And So We Soared, Together

AND SO WE SOARED, TOGETHER

Today I heard of lives where work was full

of colour: saffron corn collected light

from ox-red sunsets, azure folds of sky

cupped bales of white and grey, while memories

began to harvest flights, real, imagined,

all believed, and leaving vapour trails.

Above the fields cut through with umbered trails,

ploughed ruts that caught the autumn rain, a full

moon medal, proud with sleeping memories,

strung upon a braid of colour, the light

reflecting days and nights of rare imagined

honour, duty, selfless service to the sky.

Some days, vermillion fingers pinned the sky

with sheets so cobalt white the glow caused trails

that led to secret stores of memories

piled high, with records, books and photos, full

shelves, their ochre-ed labels brightened, as light

made real what some only thought imagined.

Today, lime green butterflies, imagined

places, fresh-framed in pink, with lemon sky

dabbed on with coral sponges, held so light

in rainbow-ed fingers, bright acrylic trails

laid down on print now out of date, but full

of life, once present times, now memories.

Soon, above the scene, crystal memories:

office laughter, arguments, imagined

romance, shortages and wealth, buses full

of dreamers. Full tales and fragments, a sky-

flown flutter, not black and white, but trails

of glorious colour turning dark to light.

Then sparks appeared, at first sporadic, light

connected gestures, new-fanned memories,

stained delicately, dove-grey satin trails

of time and place, now fresh imagined,

brushed in between the ocean and the sky.

And patterns formed. Soon the page was full,

And life was woven light, re-imagined

times, memories transparent as the sky,

yet dense as forest trails, and just as full.