flight with the night.

i saw a canopy boating above the sea of clouds

on it's voyage i heard the siren sounds

and fishes of assorted hues jumping on its floor

dying blues of valley from the deep to the shore

and i saw a cherubim too, fishing the stars

climbed, played on the clouds which looked like poplars.

and he rested his body on it's flufiness

the wind clad him like a warm dress.

and i here below, watched him with envy

as he flipped and flew before my eyes with gaeity

contented my own hunger with the view above me

maybe in dreams alone will i be as free.

i saw a cherubim last night, or maybe it was me i saw playing and flipping above the sky and the clouds and the virgin moon.