the sky will be a mushroom of blue butterfly wings
the ground will be tallowed with yellow pollen
the trees will be needled with green & pines
the streets will be lively with music
the buildings will be festooned with flags & kites
the church bells will peal with gladness
you will sing again with nightingales
dancing in your yellow skirts & teal hat
relish the family meal of beet soup with garlic bread
i will tally the days with light lamp
and jelly beans in my jar
keeping faith
the sun will keel the broken sails
and rise above the long shadows of grief, dust & dire
dappled light,
at the end of this tunnel, awaits you
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: The Light of "Vika Muse", hosted by Mish.
We are getting inspiration for our words from Vika Muse. Thanks for the comments and visits.
