Salt Away Rainbow Ashes

In one clasped moment - pearl in my hands, sweat of the anatomy - the vista of the morning sea, the morning glory, became a distant memory - void with my daily thoughts of running away with green lights of the ionosphere. The trees turned upright. Matchsticks with shadowy flames when the body responds, and the city landscape becomes unsavoury. Decomposing with every passing year. The foot is on the pedal. Seeping in the dream process. Sensitive to the touch when you lick the salt. Three watts echo, riveret through the shape. As it rains against my window everything seems grey and wet. When the eruption of a volcano percolates through the filter, over the cool surface of serene waters, there is no more wisdom to be gained. As the rain slides through the streets, down by the closed bar, regrets collect in the dark of the psyche. You find the jaded voice lifeless. Merely sitting and waiting for stars, under the sky of eternal muses. When the clouds lift the sun takes to the world stage, and the rain is a wishing call. The stars are unsung - young safflowers in their stripling - water bubbling just the same - wreaths of laurel - people without names. Making do in impossible situations. Making gold out of dying flowers. Lilac hydrangeas. Carousing on tiptoes.