Morningstar Corners

The morningstar corners
of my mind are abloom.

Were the soft tendrils of my heart
able to grow and touch the very heavens,
I would not be able to contain such joy.

Solar Dove, come with a promise,
shed my sickly garments of the World.
Teach me to love The Sky So Low,
Teach me how to fly on dawn-wings.

The Earth operatic, the very roots
have shown themselves to be sopranos.
The black-and-purple poison weed shrivels up.
It cannot stand the sound of music.
The soil shines like lightning and bears fruit.

I'm under the soil, yes, deep in the soil,
ready to burst free, anew and forest green.
Solar Dove bathes me in Her down,
and I curl up, Her wings warm and all-surrounding.

The morningstar corners
of my mind are joyful.

Reviews

[Charles]

Very innovative use of words/phrases: roots as sopranos, morningstar corners, dawn-wings. Makes for an interesting poem. There's enough 'mystery' here to keep the reader guessing about the morningstar, what's giving joy, how the music fits into the theme, why the 'voice' is coming from under the soil. Very intriguing. :-)