Cloud imagery morphs, calls forth
enchantment effused through morning firmament.
Pulls memories, wishes, muses’
enhanced by rhythmic score.
Loosed within foggy aurora,
birdsong. Voices conflate
sums of experience.
Mauves, shades of color still subtle
undulates. Moist air
Thought’s many metaphors,
layered clouds, sustain
Ecstasy dissolves the lock
dividing everyday from magic.
A solemn touch unites foreign forms.
Empyreal sorcery shifts minds into consciousness
with such poise.
“Of course, we knew it all along.”