Glaring and lumicently she is flitting the dark skies
Feetingly sending jagged messages of pure energy
She is writing poems built out of gleam
On the edge of the mount up clouds in a second cycle
Then she stops, listening to the approximating roars
As usual he is following her, never leaves her alone
Engrossed in jealousy he tries to catch her with his thundering arms
Hurling his berserk noise towards her
Twinkle-toed she dances around him, escaping nimbly his grip
Touches him slightly with flashy fingers
Her circles picks up pace in speedy pirouettes of illumiation
A crescendo of light is passing his grim face
The moment he thinks he holds her in his arms finally
He remains alone in the shades of darkness,
Rejected and left behind in craving and aspiration
A sore sound of grief fills the air for some time, then he sets forth...
Awesome!...A wonderful poem. It fills up the readers heart with a kaleidoscopic restlessness!..Beautiful!!
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