Embracing Ethereality

sometimes
I feel like
a green plush grape
on the vine, waiting for
the vintage of my heart to
spill her nectars, and then

there are
these other times
where I wander inside
an eclipsing moon, melding
with the sweetest rose blossoms
that I become one with moonspun pearls
and I begin to serenade the dancing peonies

as we talk
to the trumpets
of prophetic muses
writing our songs among
the celestial gardens, bringing
witness to the spiritual messengers
who whisper their perfuming secrets to
our souls, knowing we are a sun kissed moment
embracing ethereality...

Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley