Far Skies

Of remembered far skies, so vividly seen, by the suns’ setting charmed rays of light. Viewed clouds softly melting, while floating on by, through blue, mystic canvas twilight. Then gem stars celestial, show creators’ design, is perfectly formed in image refined. The moon starts to rise in an aura of mist, her crystal creation so clearly defined. And eyes that stare, go deeper and deep, perhaps to catch a glimpse of where, or when, this time began to slowly be, Or how a truth was awakened there. Of pure golden light, that bathes every strand, every fibre of being, with kindness of love. Such prisms and colours, inspire total vision, and the soul breathes in hope from above. Then fondly, so cherished, azures’ perfect robe, chased over by heavens’ streaked white. Just drifting and dreamy, no reasoned desire, balanced and peaceful, no discord in sight. And endless vast yonder, shot through with pale rays, surrounded by easement, a hand can not feel. Glorious horizons see wisps flowing through, a magical land, enchanted and real.