Departures

She carries the tufted sky
In her hand
Unlatched.
Faded
The relic chord
Fiercely torn
An island in her chest
A stow of storm
Endured
A stand
A Cloche
Of translucent alabaster
Captured
A doe lost
A polished medallion
Etched in haunting stillness
A wish of wrapped violets.
Her gown is a swagged bolt
Of crackled sea
A scaled column
Stained
By hickory ribbons
Like Venice shades
Of hinged
Exuberance.

Gentle
He outshines
The pensive, pewter sea
Mirrored by a Moorish moon
Restores
A haven
From the proud throws
With a fervent shield
Evokes a stark mirage
From the
Sleepless journey.

Together they create
The renewed palette
Somehow they understand
The stunning intricacies
Streaming immortal.
Less concerned with
Austere perception
Than authenticity,
They immerse themselves in
Blissful streets
And everlasting patterns
In the interior sling.

They are taught
To imagine
The glorious assignment
Visceral &
Measured out
In heights & crevices
Diverse
As a chestnut stretches out like
A cloth of delivered fluidity
Or the labor of each droplet at high tide
To the rustic passage
Niche
Of stone
Woven
Into a temple
Hanging the hour modestly
A furrow laden
With fronds of fire
Scuffed in air
A revel
As to the burning
Into the vision
Accessing the river
As a mantle forged from
A pedestal of stars.

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