"in thou" a Cinquain Garland #18

Turning,
on scales inside,
in ways to fill thou soul,
walk on the caress of open notes,
of clouds,

Trickle,
on ancient red,
skies of past life operas,
that fill of silent motion scenes,
thou thoughts.

Sparklers,
fizz in thou hand,
winds of thou blow of thee,
remembrance enraptures thine eyes,
sunlit.

Dungeons,
in which thou hide,
take thy hand turn around to,
thy sunsets thine eyes shutter sight,
raindrops.

Drizzle,
of thou weeping,
in thou heart thy reside,
hear with thine ears of thy hands cry,
open wide.

Turning,
on ancient red,
winds of thou blow of thee,
thy sunsets thine eyes shutter sight,
open wide.