Night skies

Streaking past eyes
Perpetually watching
streaking stars race through
dust of the night things
glittering like diamonds.
Purple reigns in her mind
time flying past
out of sight
and the mind soothed
as the color flows
mid spring skies awaken
with the coming of dawn
just another star that fell
on distant lands
in a universe high.

My second art piece created today, practicing with the sea salt in the sky, and masking fluid meteors flying by….having fun, another working day, heigh ho….and off I go.

The burning night

Flames lick the edges
curling smoke into the night,
the Jesus papers burn in stone shrouded circles
ashes to ashes.
Night skies clear
as the barren limbs and fingers
reach into the sky to catch
a shooting meteor
streaking through on it’s way
to forever.
Higher the fire dances
frenzied twigs and leaves ignited
remnants of winds
born of icy October,
fueling the spectre of ritualistic moments
coming together on seasoned nights
Indian summer skies call to me,
edging my thoughts to the brink
of jumping into the abyss
as the papers no longer resemble
the lives of men written
scattered floating pieces
raining down.