Gazing out upon a setting summer sky,
Shades of gold uncherished by the human eye;
Streaking clouds in lines,
Washed upon the abyss like the sea’s shore.
A fascination from early teens,
A creative means;
I’ve lived a life gazing upon heavens floor.
Memories shared with those dear,
Imagining life in pillows imperfect.
A face, a shape, a song and story,
Meaning undefined, in simple glory.
Even though the shades of gold, the pillows billowing and stories untold;
Despite the fact that science holds,
A meaning for this sight is known,
The clouds and sky remain in mind,
A sight and song, dearly I hold.