TreEclipse

Where I stand

 Rooted in resplendent rapture

A lightning rod

To the descending tempest

Twirling and swirling 

 Unfurling sovereign southern symphonies

 With witchy wisdom working

Whinter's whild whistling whestern whinds

Like big brass bassoons belowing

From mighty crags and cumulus cages

Perpetually protruding - towering toward 
A celestial sea of silken sky

Studiously seeking such succulent sorcery 

Neatly nestled betwixt

 Stratosphere and mesosphere
Unleashing unrestrained umbrae
Shade seeking solace solely in shadow

Bone weary Apollo bending backward
Beckoning Diana home from her hunt
Offering love's lonely laurel crown
 Perched in Daphne's petrified yet
Delicate diaphanous dimension

is

now

Where I stand