Unmanifested

An evening on the patio: Armies of birds flying across Golden-rimmed shadows that move like Continents floating across now Late aging blue, blushed golden glint. An evening on the patio: Clouds are cooling and slinking past, As I turn unmanifested. Being boils out with this new chill, The sun's blind shouting has ended. An evening on the patio Is the morning of a new life. I was looking for something that I already was; miracles And truths seen in reflection in An evening on the patio.