Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

fan the glory flame and drink the sacred wine
draw the glass of import
fill the space of time
drink the cup of joy
elixir and repose

fortune in the advent
of leaving notes upon your toes

engage the weather as a friend
follow lightly in the footsteps of flight stricken
astronauts and geese

whichever comes first
the propeller or the yeast

and as if time exposes the flavour
of your muse

then the motion of hands
can only there confuse

fleeting whispers content
falling yesterday and found
the moment itself

becomes the gaping whole is round/center]