Blue sky for wings
Blue sky for wings, famed harp for songs,
Oh! ardent call’s fêted moment!
Into thrilled valley jumps the urge,
Words to seize mystery’s intent.
The ineffable heaps phrases,
Of blazing fire orange and gold;
Alert penman scripts the future,
Revealing surprises untold.
Will there be stars in the bright day,
For, new wonders have now been found?
Should gathered sleep bring topaz dreams
Sure life will not by death be bound.
Joy’s downpour shall come from no cloud,
Verses needing no rhyme, no beat;
Great inspired anarchy shall run
With dactylic-iambic feet.
15 June 2026

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