Opal lamps reveal faded
shatter of blue
moon; basking in
touch dreams; below
questioning hearts
glow with opal kiss.
Word choked clutch
of yes; sorry china needs
tides & music & filters;
three becomes two becomes
soft blue words of warm.
The ascension of green
ferns into throaty
tendrils of possibly
whom; tomorrow blankets
icy stars; shadows
crash and dance
in the new year.