"Heavens of Now" - Molly Gentzsch

My feet have found feathers
stitched of summertime smiles
I am flying among the stars,
not quite yet hung
those bold bursts of bright, comets called forth
to quicken our miles
adding melodies to minutes, the music
unsung
though life grants us lyrics, histories of words
such victorious voices, birthed from bumblebees
and bluebirds
breath was brought to the silence, so that love
could be heard
instead of seen behind gates, bone blushed
and blurred
so we may sway to drummed days, our hearts
held on the wind
a delicate dance
of pirouettes and prance
poured onto pearl roads, widely withheld
from being wandered within
choirs congregate inside cavities, while hymns echo
under arches of spine
how eyes dressed in stained glass
have become devotion divine
bodies are not bound to their cages,
but rather to the animals they so endlessly
enshrine
as howls hum the bars dripping with time
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that rib wrecking rhythm that rattles in tune
to yards of white lace and dates set in June
to Polaroids of past promises,
bracelets unwoven too soon
to letters left so sincerely, thoughts which had once
touched the ruts of the moon
and back again
so, if we be the temples
if we are chapels of chance
housing the prayers
grown as god at a glance
then let NOW be heaven
given by our own grace, and all the beauty
it grants.