Orion

Gorgeous skies.  I love gorgeous skies. 

Skies that bleed the atoms dry

Skies so bright darkness turns

Skies of silver-gray filled doom

Skies so blue it feeds my heart

Dressed with clouds of feather stitched shards 

Blues so dark they are black at night

Filled with the bright pinlights of life

We know they're us in the skies

Just how we know we're us on either side

Of angry oceans and rising tides

Why can't we do what Marco said 

Moon to planet to stars ahead

Busy means peace instead

To have time to build this thread

Let fate spin it to webs 

To match the pillow beneath my head

◄ February is my New Year

Saga of April Dark: Song Three ►

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