Stop And Drop The Show. Poem by Kevin East

Dripping
With the diamonds
Of forgotten sun.
A devil moon
- This sky has spun
With burning tapestry.
All fires
That were,
And are to be
Rage
In the silence
Of a purple sea.

A billion dancers
Of eternity.
Whisper promises
Of golden morning.
With twinkling eyes
Amid
Blue serenity.

Oh clouds
That laze
In stardust slumber.
Billow and unfold.
To breathe in
Those singing skies.
As the ants below
Are soothed in commuter flow.
To rest their eyes
In morning's amber glow.
To smell the scent
Before their lives
Just came
And went.

To stop
And drop
The show.
As raindrops come and go,
To kiss our cheeks
As flowers grow.