The heaven’s kaleidoscope windows open to cover the blue
The calliope sings the night song in an ageless tune
Peacocks pay twilights ransom of rich pastel hues
That firefly the indigo with wishes star bright true
A moon-shaped chariot praises ascension of flight
With borrowed provision to illuminate the night
As the wolf lifts her head, her howling pack meal tight
Her prey within her grasp, her children in her sight
The night witch heeds the turning wheel spinet
By earth, by air, by fire, air, spirit
She stirs her wares, skyclad she dances within it.
Satisfied she ties off her charms without intent to rescind it!
I like the imagery you put into this piece. Well done! Mom
My humanity is bound up with yours, for we can only be human together” Desmond Tutu