These Things Escape My Mind

All things are in my gaze: In the air, There is music. In my ear, I could hear the orchestration Of the crickets. In my skin, The solemn requiem of the wind In the trees to the coming day. I am to the dusk, Painting its sunset Waning its blaze. At night above, I could look and ponder on The orderly march Of glittering galaxies, Curtaining the velvet Backdrop of the universe. This I sigh and say to God, "These things quite escape my mind".