Tim Tucker


Further along crimson rubies we accelerate

through the dusk towards fulfillment and wonder

we pluck the goldenrods of the sky in an attempt to escape our fate

we touch the shores of emerald isles that we create

and as we plunge higher into the endless azure, our bond torn asunder

just know that even through the deepest midnight you will find me

shattering amethyst, soaring up, above, and under

locked in this spectrum of light, so weightless, so free