The Vibrant Channeled Creator

iPhone shot of cabin ceiling in the barn

.

the ceiling knots

wink down on me

(meteors from space)

.

they blink above

like haloed lights

(galaxies to hold)

.

The lumber bent

under the saw

(the knots like shooting stars)

.

my dreams and I

fly from the dark

(a nebular display)

.

When morning breaks

‘neath pine-y sky

(a stellar rain begins)

.

its breath on me

flaming kissed

streaking from above!