Under sunset wrath,
Hot air balloons ride the wind’s slanted creases
Along a fiery current
Set ablaze by oceans of oxygen.
Bears my golden roads
And landings of unknown.
By the weightlessness between two aerial worlds
Washed away on the upper west-coast horizon.
Portals flash open an endless polychromatic visual disarray.
Dragons shed bokeh scales across an unimaginable surface.
Colors shift swirls and designs create blushing rainbow tornadoes.
And in the gashes of the sun scar—I
—seeking a sunrise to heighten my spirits.
So I can burst into daybreak and—S
—the clockwork angel from reaching seraphic solstice flight, ancient divinity & dove discus pride.
Now up, up, high, you’ll see my hot air balloon fly.
Where incessant refulgence shines,
Paraglider kites will keep me alive.
Vibrant danger swoops over the clouds.
Buoyant fear condenses with me now…
I hold tight onto its grasp.
Not wanting to let go
Of its pieces I relish
Close to my heart.
The gateway to the present seems surreal
My past and future—on opposite sides—conceal
Vigorous dynamics of human nature.
My lengthened sight distinguishes fantasy and reality.
But somewhere on the way, the illusionary images end
Life exquisitely is.
Happy 1st Day of Camp NaNoWriMo & NaPoWriMo 2015!!!!!! 😀
Xx Kaleidoscopic Kites xX