Falcon Ward.

Falcon Ward

A roaring sight above the heather
too light upon purple schools of leather
a sentinal with red eyes bright
giant tower disappears at night
as does the sky
pink blue and white,

to be replaced
by the webs of stars
is to be granted
spiders gaze
hatch out oh
lemons from mars
breathe trees
born in mercury
if mars gives you lemons
make martionade
at night
red midst bubbles
will give way
to endless space
then,
boom!
when the giant tower moans
flecks of earth will tumble
through the air
for ever and ever and ever
until they come to land
like seeds of memories
of dandy lions
dressed up as bees
of lemon cakes
caught by dream
spores
blindly souped
far fall in
falling rain.