Monday, March 18, 2013

Blue Violins

In my dream we danced barefoot on silver sand
playing our blue violins
as the heavens conjured lightning
and the sun, a wrinkled teabag,
steeped for the night beneath
warm Atlantic currents.

Whales plunged deep into the sea
as we spun way past midnight,
ankle deep in boiling surf,
hands lifted high toward the burning moon,
fingers extended like starfish

until the door to wild grace
swung wide open
and lightning flashed beneath the waters
illuminating the great sunken vessels,

reviving the doomed and drowned who rose
on buoyant spheres of air,
breaking the surface with cries of awe
in bodies of snowy egrets.

1 comment:

  1. Wow, I feel this/these words/images so fully and richly. I have walked into your dream this morning and have a recollection of myself, too.

    Blessings --thank you, Ed.