I never lost the dark pools of lightning in those effervescent hours of dawn, a shattered window into the beyond of that pink teasing sky. Spine an arcing curve to meet the line of sun that is just about to shoot over the heads of startled conifers, stretching, like a decandent beast. Stand behind the shadows of the stars; pretend that eyes do not see that far beyond the drunken lights of nocturnal vision. I see you standing there, waving that tattered flag like a sodden rebbel, equipped only with a heart that has forgotten the beat of voices and drums. I see you there. I never lost the dark pools of your eyes in the summer hours of that secret smile sky, and I waited for a long time.
*smiles* greatly enjoyed, esp. 3,4,5th stanzas were my favorite. Atmospheric yet tangible with just the right wording...
I dissolve in your first two stanzas. Your close inspired lingering, evoking the imagery of the morning sky to serve as clarity for comments. Yet, these pools of electric darkness still pulse with a rhythm, felt beyond description.
"waving that tattered flag like a sodden rebbel," There is a great sea-serpent slumbering in the space between these lines. A veritable leviathon.
