I live my life through the words I write
Sky painted by an ombre
blue to pink to grey to white
a continuous gradient
smooth as a hardwood floor,
no clouds to ruffle the texture up.
Wrap me in the softness
as it descends upon me like a
fresh-from-the-dryer bedsheet
whipped high above the bed to,
in each fibre’s own time,
grace upon the mattress
and skin.
How lucky are we
that the sun, with each passing day,
wishes to spend more time with us,
so she wakes early and stays up late
just for us.
Haphazard strings
clumped together and strewn apart
dance across the setting sun,
with the wind
drawing closer and louder.
Coordinated strings
shaped to form a ‘V’,
multiple ‘V’s’ actually, size
and deepness ranging.
Fragmented strings
broken into beads along the thread
each a part of the whole,
beating wings
singing.
As the individual beads become clear
they blend,
mutating once more
into a cluster of thread,
dancing away
across the sky.
Dawning Words 