Brave Universe
breeze reaches
into the amphitheater of the sky,
its arms as wide as children’s,
full of rhymes and whispers
of sagacious leaves.
dawn melts
a cloak of nightjar candlewax,
revealing the luminal ribs of all things,
which parade alertful with light
toward evening’s cave of blooming purple.
every color known
to feathers and lovers
becomes the tears
of merging molten dancers.
in the half cowl
of young meditative eve,
a festival of fireflies
weaves soaring arias
through balconies of half-seen stars.
for a moment,
it is like witnessing
the loyalty of truth,
so joyous and tearful--
the sparkling thoughts and tender hopes
of a brave universe.
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