Lanterns of the Universe

A pale sky,  blue Mary  
whispering morning,  
 
Through my head, my heart, igniting  
the crepuscular matutine,  
 
A red barn, dark amid the dawn  
lends me a nail hanging  
a thought through splintered pane,  
 
In the hayfield down the way  
there is allure
ready for its first cutting  
stirring texture in the waves  
 
And the purple thistle weed nearby;  
is charming to the senses  
 
A morning star, I wonder  
over Saturn in my head,    
my hands, my heart,  
my hair, filled with the wind,  
 
Clear as blue Mary whispering  
morning, lanterns of the universe  
are sweeping shadows of earth, a world away.