oh these quiet miles of sky
like a floating tapestry of a time
slower, gentler, more divine than ours
such permanently shifting colors
cool to warm to cool again
the delicate handiwork of angels and spirits
a caressing beyond any lover’s
these blended hues draw out my soul
or perhaps my soul is just a mirror
a microcosm built from delicate sun-lit weaves
and moon-shadowed mountains
it is like the border between yesterday and tomorrow
given over to frailty and forgetfulness
with only a wisp here and there
to remind you of its passing
my soul is but the sun’s sleepy hues
cast out over spaces wide and restless
the slow forming into a moment of brilliance
and subsequent dissolving into faded night
the horizon for tears, silence, and birth
oops, I forgot my glasses