The dawn and the dusk
are our kingdoms the jays
do curse us –
The new moon’s courtiers
we feed her chartreuse chords
adorn her in emerald oaks
promise her the sun –
Once we were rainbows
until our feathers reached
for the earth so like leaves
we fell into the dreams
of our oaks our voices became
amber our sorrows shed
into the crimson we were again
taken by the winds our queen redeemed us in cloaks as purple as night –
We bless you with our stories
in staccato punctuation upon
the parchment clouds we are
the first poets, o poets
we are your angels –
Lift your feathers speak
in the deepest violet of life
waste not one portion of this feast
her heart is yours to eat.

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