Ars Poetica - by Lily

turn off the lights
the fires in the sky
are about to light up
be still be still
and feel the wonder
of the soul explosion
in the same sky
where birds tuck in their wings
and glide on the midday breezes
when they flew north
and the eastern oaks
waved to the moon
pink glasses are not in fashion
because they fog up
with the steam that rises
from the grates
in the hot street
limelights get hot
after a while

~Lily