celestial music

    
gentle is the day that blink open her eyes  
sore from war soaking in the celestial magic  
prepared for one and all seeking comfort  
 
in strange days like these nothing is certain  
ever-shifting rays a blip on the screen  
then just like that...with a sigh gone  
 
a moment is all we have  
in the ochre-colored dawn  
entwined soul kisses then depart  
 
protective of one another  
we seek to unite under the sleeping giant  
cold was the day who found us  
bitter and jealous  
no anger will touch us here in the aether  
 
we are sublimely in tune  
making music all our own  
a lullaby of the damned  
clear of the heavy-handed judgment  
over this atmosphere  
 
twirling in the energy  
sipping kinetically  
imprinting on whom we choose  
graceful is the day who first saw us...free