Into The Clean

INTO THE CLEAN

for Brian Keenan

Sun erupts from sleeping storms.
Forging rainbows cut from glass.
Convexed to brilliance.
Cooled by silence.
Shatter-proof like faith.

Once clipped wings flutter.
Levitating through cornflower blue.
Swooping now, grasping;
that the past is a prologue, a pilgrimage.
You glide serenely into the clean.

Then soar.