“Friends In High Places…”
They flutter down from time to time.
Land upon lashes, riding raindrops.
En pointe precipitation,
to soothe sadness from the orbit of sorrow,
they ease the ache,
residing in the residual recollection of last looks,
before distance becomes 10 feet and real…
…gliding in upon wishes repeated and utterances prayed
in park-bench contemplation.
Wound tightly within auras,
they seal the firewall from falsehood, appearing vital.
Colouring in-between the cracks of giggles
and beyond the lines of whispers…
…they inhabit gestures…. grandiose and minute.
Time is their companion,
for they spring eternally and canon through
delights of infinite Creation.
Friends in High Places…
always travel light…
and are carried,
in Truth, on all faces.
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