Slow Light

Let me slip beneath the lucid blue

to stay among the liquid clouds

that seep and strew

below the reeds.


I’ll wrap my ribs in wisps of white,

and bathe my feet in mare’s tail brume,

Then soak in stolen sky.


Let me bask

inside this pearly pond

where light pours 

sweet and slow.


a prism

to refract my soul.


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Thanks for writing!
Jacqueline