I am dreaming
of a sky
without skin

I am dreaming
of feathers
and blue rooms
without walls

and windows
wide open
just in case
of angels

and

I am dreaming
of magnificence
and the wonder
of songbirds
in full-throated
bliss

uninterrupted
by the blood-red
dissonance of diamonds

I am dreaming
awake the revival
of joy
when the Blue Whale
remembers how
to sing

and

I continue
to dream
of sanctifying grace
with no strings attached
and the sinless
consummation
of love
amid the return
of beauty
and rain.