Silver Song and White Clouds
By Jon Billet
A tune falls down from the sky into my golden tea cup.
I drink this heavenly prayer.
It sings a psalm that whisper in my ear.
I listen to the divine song all night long.
I can hear it while I sleep in dream.
The rest of the world can hear it too.
The sun filters a ray that wakens us to a new day.
It lives a life of love.
In cumulus clouds scattered about in lazy skies above.
By Jon Billet and Molly Dudette
Starlit skies under mountainous highs in the Australian outback.
I grabbed a constellation of stars.
Watch the glass shine in the sun.
The kangaroos hop and the koalas dance to a new beat.
Shuffle tired feet in one hundred sixteen-degree desert heat.
Drive your car as far as The Oasis Bar.
The crossing in the desert is a melting black tar.
A helium balloon circles the red moon in the desert’s hot noon.
I reach for the moon and pull it into my room.
Meteor showers stream to cover my face in my final resting place.