I long to paint the sky. For colors to blend and bleed and slip around the sunset. To wash over the warmth of the wind as it weaves in waves of wonder. For what is the color of beauty? What hues do you see when it’s brushed across the horizon? Which tones are muted and hints are highlighted? To each their own beauty.

Industrious

A stained window on the wall

Color washing in like a wave

Illuminating her dark quarters

Diamonds and triangles dance

Through slant cuts and shining suns

Even in moonlight she beams

Angles shift like tiny mysteries

Gears that never stop turning

Dull moments do not exist

While in her immersing presence

Solidly, she seeks her light

Longs to reach further places

Shapes to take better form

For she is too close to see it

The splendor she’s cast all along

The Sand & the Dune

You are the fork and I am the spoon

I am the caterpillar, you’re the cocoon

You are the lyrics and I am the tune

I am the sand and you are the dune

You are the sun and I am the moon

I am the land and you’re the monsoon

You are the needle and I’m the balloon;

I am the air and now I’m renewed