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!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 