Night Sails

Night Writing

I write at night that my words

might

catch the air in motion as the vacuum

of snoozing chroniclers/

stirs a fair breeze for the sails

of the evening/ to billow full and carry far/

over drifting clouds and sky/

of digital generation/

on veiled wings

in ether netlike connections/

to carry my words/

in varied direction that follows

an interlink webbing/

extending/ encasing this colossus blue ball

of communication addiction/

unannounced and free/

the message sailing broad and far

through aerosphere/

waiting to be snatched/

snagged/

reeled down/

deciphered/

interpreted/

analyzed/

and answered

or not/

appointed

that God may bless His word

as it goes forth/

and

 not return to Him empty|

~g.w