Slender blue ribbons.
Slender blue ribbons of passage
trailed behind, skyward.
Feather wings sang whispers to air,
dreams of sun, blue over blue,
like sleeping, like waking.
I traced echoes across the horizon.
Gliding desire, grown from uncounting
generations, glad to be approaching
this mirror.
The air sang back in joy,
sweet tension released.
Silence is full with voices
just beneath speaking, murmurs
waiting to break into our embrace.
I heard that silence within,
as those wild ducks swung down
from their dream, into mine.
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