27 November 2006, 9:56 AM
Cerulean and silvered white
against a faithful azure sky
lean down to trace my lips
with sunset’s pastel orange hue.
The deeper shades of fiery red,
Cerise and coral in my head
encroach upon a perfect autumn breeze,
a sky as deep as it is wide,
and eyes without a hint of guile.
Armageddon draws nigh-
the muted shades of early evening
deepen to impending doom,
and I wait for it.
The warring sky engulfs Cloud Nine,
meets deepening color as this evening
permeates my own,
and I find I am still alive; at home
as these too long whitened clouds
turn all the colors of the sky
and my heart ambles along its beat,
the only certain part of me,
even as the Truth unfolds
and I am not alone.