Dawn’s a grinning ghost,
a whispercurl scar of shadowdance
moon and bubble-breath breeze.
Open a giggle jar. Spill your stars.
Rise, twist clouds to dance. Spark
(one) chance. Green our skin with lull
Cue the journey. Melt.
Embrace the sun.
The One With All the Words, for today’s Quadrille over at dVerse. Come play!