It's Easy To See

From above, it's easy to see

As our magnets pull down below.
We find ourselves in the valley of radiant gongs
Riding the gamma waves
blending and painting
with our light.

The preordained rush in the
wind between us draws
its lunar lips to our cups.

It was our calling to touch
and pull away our sails
into the dark gardens
and past that which was familiar.

But we cried for the wings once
born into our clouded memories.

We cried and continue to cry
as we draw upon the cellophane on top
of black waxed boards.
Peeling away and looking beneath.

From above, it's easy to see.
From below, we are like swallows
communicating to each other.

Connections nest and hover.
Magnetic is our sleep.
The magnetism never wears.
Yet we are diving continually into
absorbed confines, straight-jacketing
the waves that form.

Surfing into the thrust of
the Magellanic Clouds.

© -Sonja J Johnston 05-Jul-2013