Remembering the weeping water and the fire in the dark
Softly breathed into a dream of silence
Flashes of bright cerulean sparks
In a whirl
Of brilliance

Increasing waves enfolding around a storm arising
Of time forgotten, and exiting from itself
Clothed in white linen now admiring
Strength, kept upon
Your shelf

Urgent messages bend into multi-colored bows
Seeking the sun to peacefully corral them
Until a name makes them a vow
And their lights all
Become dim

Sailing on a half-hour’s dream full of careless grace
I am breathing this wonderful silence
A tide of glory aglow on my face
Whirling in a flash
Of brilliance

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010