Angel Eyes Poem by Tyler Mason

amethyst airplanes
crashing into a waning abyss of wax seas
occult eyes
to I, have wishèd away
and sails...to silk the gown
summoned by mysticete arias and shanties
shells calling gasps and wisps
and sheets upon the brine
caress to heaven's silk-drawn sash
above; to evoke chants of a paragon mistress
...to dangle as tears
as ashes of grown and narrow
of bells of towers
tattered to lavish gowns
to hang mighty, pure hands of crescents guiding
to gently grace the water
and moon in gentle dreams
to gather water in half-sawn spheres
a sieve of ocean aspirations
follies of wings to have flown alee
to a seafarer of gypsy winds
and tiny flaxen bells to jangle
hymns of limniad lullabies
to enchant the sleep
to never let it wake