This is the fourth (and final) installment in the “Elemental poem” series. I hope that you all have enjoyed the ones that I’ve put out over this month; feel free to read the others here: Fire, Water, and Earth.
High on humidity, high on city
leaves and sound, it’s elevation
above the sky, like white veils
whispering soft dreams for you and me,
boundless in the pursuit of breath. Let us
go away, away from these granite lands rooted
in gravity; we will rise into the sky over charted clouds–
Rise, you and I, our hearts joined in union.
– The Finicky Cynic