hail poetry

a tail of spectacular blue
whispers blithely between the cracks
shifting from shadow to sunlight
as it hides on the underside of cool stone
suddenly it reappears
sunning itself
and I cannot help but wonder
if I took hold of that blue
if you’d leave your beauty in my grasp
returning to the darkness amputated
to dream colors unimagined
for a tail you cannot see

I scarcely believe
I sat still so long as you
weaved your deadly threads

the evening’s fading
light beckons silent dreamers
climb to watch me fall

clouds transform the sun
a liquid jewel melting
over still treetops