It was always Only a glance, The billion variations Of colour and the way it was seen on the south eastern highway sunset. Only a glance The understanding Of meta conscious beauty, Alike the restaurant A sky and the better of us alighting current and Wings of things, of lightning minds That snake a glide through our iris synonyms of chaos. That snakes a glide To story curve the words impossible black pupil To meaning, With soul, With time. Which is to say Our stars were dead and alive At the same time Our curl bones and skin met Under a street light in February, Or that our future window, Or painting, Or wizards portal Had possible bed snacks And gin and grin And what to whisper in the dark 3am to watch smiling bloom... It was all right zen, It was all just petals Falling to an open air fable, To the eyelid sky, The eyelid ground, To the opening, The one; recognition... #sunsetpoetry #poetryofig❤ #coloursoflife #romancepoem #poeteyes #poetsdream #poetrytribe #poetryislove #poetryofmagick #poetryofangels #poetryinthesunshine #poetryofoneuniverse #quantumhealing #poetryasmedicine #poetryispresence #poetsofig #igpoems #igpoetrycommunity #igpoetsandwritersfeature #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagramcommunity #poetsofinsta #instapoems #instapoets #poetryoflife #melbournepoetry #melbspokenword (at Ferntree Gully, Victoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/CacT1folPWn/?utm_medium=tumblr