Heavenly Theatre Poem by Kevin East

Sprinkles
Of twinkles
Of stardust.
Thrown across
An Autumn sky.
As a lone cloud
Hangs on high.
Like a balloon
After a party.
Watching the parade go by.
While
The chilled fingers
Of november
Play a melody.
Iced
With the sugar
Of a lost spring.
Inviting colours
To sing.
A bird,
Black
On canvas of sky
Flaunts freedom.
As childlike dreams
Of white
Softly pass by.
Humming the tune
Of young hearts.
Before
The light show starts
From Mr moon.
Staging
A raging
Blue kissed
Lagoon.
In that heavenly
Theatre.
Of muted viola
And scented corolla.
That float across
An empty stage.
Sweet as greengage
In summer.
My heart
Beating like a drummer
At the door.
Bleeding,
Pleading
A celestial encore.