Solar Lily Eclipse

Trance sails around me
Draped in the gossamer of the bay
An indigo invocation
The turquoise fabric too fragile yet
Ruptures the screen
Canvases hung in fluid waiting
Swing from peak to valley
Like an emotion
Flavoring the atmosphere
Is an iridescent sheen
As aquatic clearing sets the stage
For dream logic to take hold
Where subconscious programming
Bound to encircle itself and burst
A chrysalis slowly expanding
Sees the world as foretold
In a kaleidoscope
The splendor of a solar lily
Born on the horizon
Of Jonny Niesche’s artist blessing.
Within the purple soul
There is white light efflorescence
How to metamorphose the being
 
Vibrating skins blossom and take flight
Monarch Barbie speaks the same
Disarming language as Starman Figurine
In a love affair of the lunar kind
Is an experience, a need
Quiescent rays of longing that
Spanned the miles and breathed this air
Sparkling with tangerine essence
As inspiration and an open heart
Is minted with raspberry neon ice
 
Where the work engaged the setting
And surrounded the persona
In a three-way blaze.
With radiant irrationality
Imposing no memory but
Caressing the filaments
Of which rise up from the cracked earth
As the third eye
Glides the surface of identity
Beckoning to free the spirits
As they were
Duality of psyche
Embalmed without reverence
Summons the energies of higher selves
A dream forever
I learn by over-stimulation
As it surrenders
In fortified power to time.