In the end the Angel folded her wings

and let her body fall through the cold air toward cruel stone

till at last she sparks and catches flame and crashes down into a turbulent sea

An Angel of fierce countenance guards the Western gate

wings aflame in the dying sun

Eyes like the end of time.

Raiment the color of a thousand sunsets.

as the evening goes blue around the edges

a milk tide curls up through the dark Australian waters

whether it is mist or some albino algae who knows

A waterfall crying softly into the depths of the earth

a mountain pool at the stony heart of the earth

soft stone to the quick by the swift fall of water

blue black or gun metal gray

eyes like lightning

voice of thunder

and tears like rain

resonance

riding the widening pools of wonder to shores of faith

rising with the light to greet a new day.

blessings.

at the pit of fire at the edge of the things

on the horizon where the dregs of the day burned at sunset

white contrails streaked across the rose hued sky

a blunt night after a brassy day

cacophonous sunrise

shrill shrikes shriek

and the sanitation engineer goes bowling for garbage.

gentled by the lessing winds

the chimes tinkle now and then

as the breeze exhales over the balcony and across the tile floor of the patio

Stone ruin beneath a desert sky

Traveling waters in an inland sea. Going aimlessly from shore to shore

living in a blue reflection azure in the arms of cerulean

a hot wind blows out of the west

from whence comes summer storms

storm tossed muddy waters of an inland sea

the bamboo screen lifts repeated like a coquette with a busy skirt

Sitting at my computer.

Waiting for the dawn as I peeked and poked.

But I am out of position.

And the rays have come to soon.