For Sky
The seasons shift
an angry tempest rages against a shore
open shutters permit the sound of rain
there are roses on a well-traveled sidewalk
long silk curtains
are light blue and the sky is granite gray
the air is cold and now
the seagulls have flown
we will count the miles ahead
after the storm
but nothing splendid is forgotten
as you are reinvented once again
somewhere on the wind
somewhere beyond
the mirror and the sky
invisible but forever in the heart
on the outer edge there is a beam of light shining in on the shoreline
of the mind
its corridors are lined with concrete
and obsidian veins
there is a walkway leading to surgical rooms
where they work on flowers and the lilies are singing
there is eternity in the backyard
and it is just the right time for a frost
milk honey and saliva oozes from the trees
I stand small next to them
I stand hunted in the forest
where the black doves carol
I am grateful for the summer
for the exploding sky
for the riddle of every moment
and the daylight escaping our grasp
the air more rich than caviar
the tungsten sparkle on your lips
our bodies covered in delicate moss
a mariner giving his famous speech about navigating time
the stars kissing
and the lacquered faces as if on old postcards
because history is impenetrable except for in dreams
