Wings of Primordial Starlight by Ariv

Did you too seize a glance of it, gliding through the half light, on the shadowy like cascade of sorts?

Did u catch sight of it, at the break of dawn, arising into the befogged gale—

An sheaf of glittering clouds,

A faultless ruckus of flurries and snow as it inclines into the assurance of its wings for protection; a snow drift, a grouping of lilies,

Nipping through the air with its onyx like beak?

Did you perceive it puckering & harmonizing

A discordant moonless melody, like the rain slowly beating down upon the trees—like a downpour piercing through the ink like bulges?

And did u set eyes on it, manifestly, on the underside of the heavens 

A whey-faced cross surging across the night sky, its feet like sturgeon leaves, its wings like the broadening luminescence of the river?

And did you feel it, in your heart, how it corresponded to everything?

And have you surely gotten to know what beauty is made for?

And have you matured your life for the better?