Art Preexisting Artists

sand as soft as satin

when grazing hands across its’ sheets

ocean mist floats like butterflies

mixing salt air sweet

clouds swirl and dance like waltzing feet

sunbeam planes clear to land on cheeks

and the setting sun looks like a pale on a pulley

painting the horizon yellow red

pulling down a summer days color threads

down, down, down. deep into the well

my lungs feel the ocean swell

while seagulls chirp fan favorites

ballets by Dresden Staatskapelle

and I am awed again,

a blue marble’s subtle skill to story tell.