Start the Glide

Start the glide, soar
the firmament,
sail the dream,
the abundance,
profusion,
and the,
copiousness of the rays—
celebrate and commend,
rejoice and revel.

Gleams and patinas,
carousals and delights,
the shore is serene,
breeze is tender,
and the shade stays unruffled,
composing to seek, combining
thrills.

Sapphire and azure,
cobalt or blue,
tarnished, smudged, and
smeared,
hindering, waving, and flapping;

or, scatter and fling,
to deter and bar,
dooming the beams,
lurching grins and smiles,
to decline and dissolve,
and wane and vanish.

Though, the sun intervenes,
the winds intercede,
the clouds do proceed,
the time does approach, wonder,
clouds do cleanse,
surpass and exceed,
the carved and etched,
reveries and dreams.

Awe, the conventional
perceptions and faith,
whereas, the clouds were
perceived,
blocking the passages, the
pure lights and gleams,
barring glimmerings, the
glows,
or, teetering flashes
and sunbeams.

Though, sun, clouds, and
winds,
Cohorts, collaborators, the
partners,
the linked allies,
pertinent legions,
shoulder to shoulder,
and hands in hands—

finalities and resolves,
the orchestrations,
symphonies, opuses and sonatas,
spreaders and bringers,
the secrets and messages,
embedded and fixed, your
love, ardor and zeal;