Creamy orange skies, whipped to the texture of sherbert,
swirling through my mind.
Catching tantalizing delights of inebriated silence,
glancing across heaven with microscopic eyes.
Capturing the essence of beauty in memory's delicate candy
jars of china.
Refined to highlights of days gone by, passing earth one
final time for the sake of destiny, hidden within, the
crystal tears of life soon to be spread upon the altar of
twilight's last heavenly hour.
Setting sun, falling slowly asleep, caressing the moment
of tender hearts aching for respite in a time of unsettled
peace.
Stepping creatively across darkened skies of night, life
gently tucking itself away inside the folded blossom of a
morning glory.
Prayerfully opening with timid desire, it's eyes upon a
flowering world, placing it's soul in the palm of fate,
while looking into the spacious heavens above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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