Prisine Poem by AHO Speaks

I see the light on ridges of a cloud
Then it drops back, like a floating shroud
Even with the density of a cover
The brillant red dot appears to welcome its lover.

The black clouds remain rigid without a hole
Intensity of the sun missing but not the whole
Inside the envelope it will hide
Fire ball of love, as an image of a creator's bride.

Burning off cloudy residue
A day of love with a hint of dew
The birds stream from their island of sleep
To continue their toil and a harvest to reap.

The earth is bathed by the rays of our sun
Imagine the creative love; that went into this singular one.
It will continue to climb as it always must
Our keeper; our protector; our lover, of the human trust.

Eventually the clouds will go away
As surely as the bird on a channel marker this day
Tho I am denied to see your river of gold
I will see your other creations as the story unfolds.