This time...

This time, love's company schooled me...
Brought the moon to earth, he, who jilted my eyes, combined, my stained glass window of hope w/
A lung & the taste for oxygen...
He pointed his finger in the direction of tomorrow's dream, kissed my lips, and sent me... ~sailing~

I heard the voices of clouds...
In violet conjunctions, a psychic lyre trimmed the poesy of an astrological tear: "almost there; pack your bags & get dressed..." and so I...
Wonder the weather out there.