Tableau Vivant | Amanda N. Butler
Florets flutter to my inner eye -
petals of thought, stems steaming, I can see
my own aura stream,
flowing, floating, showing the start
of the stained map
to what I never knew.
Sun beams nap in both eyes
and sing the lyrics
the birds never knew
you sit in the air while
pebbles read your thoughts
then sift through the silk stream.