Sunday, March 09, 2014

Blue Grotto

Now a being of air,
she grasps a stone to dive
into blue-burning fire,
alone in a vast vault.

Awake within a dream,
Ariel, silver foam,
sings in the Room of Names
with the language of sky.

An answer, descending
as a column of light--
her marble prince--displaced
by one of white jasmine.


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