An ebb of light
seeds the shore
of her mind...how it flowers with possibility
As her brain deigns to sleep
the day sentinel surrenders to night's watchman,
an image
zigzags like a dragonfly
into her lilac limbo,
lilting like a spent bloom; such pointed petals
razor the mind's eye into seeing with clarity:
cusp of red, an edge of white
beacon in a bauble
of a bubble
scorching blue
searing and clear, this memory...
the ashen-black smudge of him:
a coward's swastika legs running away...
Rose-coral...pink salmon doilie...paper doilie delicately
~ crinkled at the edges ~
which are scalloped like a colossal seashell
floating
soothingly
on a burst
of cloud-cleaving sunrise
throning
Lady Love herself;
a heal-hand kindles the horizon