Times to be awake





The hour of indigo illumination

Beguiles me always

The trees turned

An expressive black lace

Against a glowing curtain

Of impossible blue

How I wish

I could capture you

It is a tease

As if there were a doorway through

But no sooner has the

Endless painting of sky

Again captured my heart

Then it fades to dusty sand

Falling under the weight

Of indescribable dark

Pinprick infinities keep the vigil

With their perfect path of arc

Until the soundless

Moments of shadowless light

Give way to the royal ball of bright

I could almost lay my eyes upon it

In its cloth of coral

But not quite