~Sophia~
06-13-2009, 06:42 PM
Medicean Star by ~Sophia~
At dawn (in the dreamy draw) where
quicksilver breaks the hypnotic wake
of a cinnabar sun and the last star exhales
a violet wind – where an ironwood stands
against the backlit sky, naked bent, disciples
swirling at its feet (in the dreamy draw)
I can reach into Io’s mountain veins
gather pure vermilion, float the pigment
in my eyes and smudge crimson on its
midnight limbs – cry an indigo rain
in the mercury rising of a painted moon
in the dreamy draw (I wait)
At dawn (in the dreamy draw) where
quicksilver breaks the hypnotic wake
of a cinnabar sun and the last star exhales
a violet wind – where an ironwood stands
against the backlit sky, naked bent, disciples
swirling at its feet (in the dreamy draw)
I can reach into Io’s mountain veins
gather pure vermilion, float the pigment
in my eyes and smudge crimson on its
midnight limbs – cry an indigo rain
in the mercury rising of a painted moon
in the dreamy draw (I wait)