(on seeing the Northern Lights at Ste. Luce-sur-mer)
listen to the choristers with their red and green voices
light’s counterpoint flowering across this unexpected son et lumière
we tremble with the sky fire’s crackle and roar
once upon another time twinned in our heavenly bodies
we surely flew to those great heights and hovered in wonderment
now our earthbound feet are rooted to the concrete
if only our hearts could sprout new wings and soar upwards together
the moon’s phosphorescent wake swims shimmering before us
the lighthouse’s fingers tingle up and down our spines
our bodies flow fire and blood till we crave light and yet more light
when the lights go out we are left in darkness
our hearts fill with dreams of what might have been
2 thoughts on “Angel Choir”
Good to see that you are still writing.
Hope you continue to be productive.
Peace and love.
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So good to see you here Lucinda. Thank you so much for writing. We hang our keys every day on your gift and I still use pax amorque in my letters. All best wishes and thanks for visiting.