"Shrine of Angels"



A streak of white, like a scream in the night,...


Through a low glow of wood
crossed on paths of glass
we find galaxies
that are yours

emeralds afire
in tears of serrated light
and sea salt
from a crystal globe

circling the viper
to search for a lily
the color of your hair

unfolding
in magic remembrance



...a dream like a thousand falling stars