Gaia's Loom

Whisper-red clouds in the dusky day A wheel of passion upon the sky Puzzles of earth growing nigh Whipped with wind dancing to the free And children singing in the dusky day Ripples of rhythm on the ocean's neath A crystalline dye of blue and green Perfection reflection sewn to a seam For radiance gleaming its zealous mirth And effervescent gills on the ocean's neath Heather-ash clouds in the dying day A thunderous cadence fuming a sigh Spirals of stone lurking awry A ghastly smoke that smothers the we The lonely's lonely in the dying day Severing of salt on the ocean's neath The stygian raven of murky bromine Wrought of wicked from nature's queen The damning blue that taints the earth And evanescent fins on the ocean's neath Nature bloom, nature doom The poignant art Gaia's loom