The Sky Is Afloat
Night drips into dawn
the sky is afloat,
a gentle sadness
a comforting tenderness.
Raindrops carry both the dark
and the light;
gleams of moon and sun
and dark wings dancing
between the two.
The rain slowly dream falls
as if each liquid pearl
were the first and last,
teardrop
to rest upon the world.
Now the rain and earth
are speaking
a rain language,
surface words form
a speech
that enters
to be received.
The sky is planting
time-seeded moments
that linger longer
in the deep the soft.
All is well, all unspoiled.
Once more
The world is a child again.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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