Transformation

i'm quietly finished
throwing messages
into the void.
i don't even
scribe them now--
they simply
dissipate--
like sea-soaked
paper tucked inside
green ale-stained
glass...
drifting...

i instead
send thoughts of you
on angel's wings, to
wisp and shape
into the kind of love
that cannot hurt me
any more than
a softly falling feather
or a bit of cloud
from out of
clear and
vibrant
blue...