More often now,
it glimmers—scroll
of a sky unfurling
its banner overhead.
And I, on a boat,
borne by the current.
Overhead banner
of the sky unfurling,
scroll of glimmering.
More often now.
More often now,
it glimmers—scroll
of a sky unfurling
its banner overhead.
And I, on a boat,
borne by the current.
Overhead banner
of the sky unfurling,
scroll of glimmering.
More often now.