angel smoke

and I was not a child
worshipping barefoot breezes
given to the sunrise
of her bornagain

she was new earth blush

her freedoms were a stardance
of midnight constellations
and forgiveness was a song
that I could only hum

I cupped the laughter blind

catching angel smoke in nets
white wisps the still center
around which the universe
wrapped the fragile of my dreams

she smiled daylight redemption

and clover was a summered prayer
kneeling in her meadows
whispering soft my sins
to slowsong altar calls

and I was not a child

and she was not a child
in the temples of deep August
low smolder embers
ask me how my soul burns

in pyres of blue-eyed sky

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