For the act of faith, my purple spine drones anticipated that liberated gurgling of the stream. This sacred spring. Compassion’s ring and For my yellow jingles I take flight on wings of light. Drone on one room at a time.
Watch the dancing women, See them as they are bejeweled and walking in beauty. I will come to you old ones. I will come dancing in diaphanous realms. Lavender and spice in my clothes. Purple heart, courageous. Come to me old ones we the young are watching and praying at civilization greens.