Prism Sky
When the Earth’s star rises,
I see you.
When the mountains swallow the sky,
I taste you.
When the waves kiss the clouds,
I feel you.
The blue sky is my ocean,
in its sweet expanse
and nebula wisps.
And you are the prism I behold,
a vibrant band, iridescent.
The ark that stretches toward the horizon,
from end to end, infinite.
Refraction and reflection, your halo,
cascading vapors of light and love.
Copyright © Stacy Karron | Year Posted 2019
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