Baby Tempest
Sat, 17 Jul 2010 at 12:51am
A thousand moths
Think as one.
They move like a shredded hand
Of corrugated tissue
Escaping a purple sky.
They wave at me-
Then swirl and duck and dive in pools of clouds,
As I stare and scream
Black puddles on a purple sky?
Tremors of whispers
As I giggle like a phantom on a swing
This is my playground,
I’ll blow your mind if you like.
An earthquake of quiet is knifed
By the blades of a rippling lake;
A silver quilt
To tuck the bridge in at night.
And I am still screaming
I make the trees dance
There is nothing but pretty colours
Do you stand, and dare to dream?
I’ll blow your mind if you like
I’m just the wind though
Things are what they seem.
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