Airborne

link to website update


Nausicaa 346

The lovely perfect
Who owns this sweepingly beautiful now?
The long broad blue is not of comfort but
Along with the eaten rose
And house of high-shouldered summer it
Serves a temperate and lonely self.

Were we to be together in this tall sky
Our faces stretched by the wind aloft
Beautiful,
lost,
quiet,
in a deep darkest morning sigh
before we move on with our day,
we hand ourselves a lucky fight
and a homely want
and we really want to please.