Masiela Lusha - Hummingbird

In my open stage of dream,
I sleep for this puff of spring
Which strokes my hair and skin
With a kiss of air
By whispers of wings.

Then I turn to see
This stem-less bud
Rest on clouds and mist.
And here I try and pluck him
From the garden of my dreams
This silent dropp of blue and green-
But he blooms in rainbow fleet.

A seamless break
Into the sky, and he is gone,
Only to return on closing winter's Eve.

Masiela Lusha

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