To Witness the Heavens

The winds arrive

and excite the waves,

even the green

line up about the bay,

my car detours

the same way,

all of us drawn to bid farewell

in reverence

to the last light of day,

casting down

in glorious display,

the awe

once ingrained

can never be

washed away,

to witness

the heavens

on an otherwise ordinary

Saturday.

 

The grasses seem to try to grasp

the sacred flame as it descends,

as if before bed to hug and kiss it,

or beg for themselves to be orange-painted.

The clouds huddle

and combine their potential

to honor in color

and escort the sun out

as if it were royal,

but royal is of the flesh and blood,

created, too, from the Ultimate Artist’s brush.

 

All images taken 2/1/20 @LauraDenise

Into Dreams

Into dreams,

I drift,

sailing away

into my imagination.

The water transports me

as my mind becomes fixated

on swirling colors,

abstract and bright,

head in the clouds,

I raise the sail,

gleaming white,

against the blue sky

like wings that take me

into flight,

as I skim across

the ripples of my mind.

 

Time passes,

but no one knows I’m missing,

found by the mermaids

and ocean king.

After landing

my boat

back on the bay,

my eyes refocus

on the rainy window pane,

the music softly playing still,

as I close my eyes

to leave again for a while

and drift into a light

afternoon nap

and board the boat

once again;

this time,

a handsome sailor

extends a hand

as the sun begins

to set…

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Poem and image ©LauraDenise