starstruck

starstruck

 

    the soft flow of lights
    flutters in such slow, carouseled cadences
    while it breaches betwixt the willow’s branches:
    the dense, illuminated shade
    speaks to the darkness of her shut eye.


    an inner kaleidoscope of synaesthetic art
    nourishes her image-starved senses
    with the liquid ambrosia of amorphous paint—
    in its ever-revolving mosaic of eternal resplendence.


    by uncoupling this starstruck ecstasy
    in the very act of waking her trembling being,
    she pauses to utter the unknown word
    in its uninhibited purity.