Once Blue Tomorrows

Being human feels like a disease.
Bars in every window,
no door can be seen.
Then she came to me
within a dream.
Seraphim transient;
floating unseen so delicately,
unending warmth and
a knowledge of all things.
“The continuation is still in blossom”,
she whispered to me.
Now sorrowful and tearful, I stopped
believing in blue tomorrows and
understood somehow I’d be okay.


“Celestial Wings” NASA Hubble Photo


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