The dark was calm; a silent night

Curtains closed, but still at sight;

Quarter to six and he peeps in,

Touching my lashes, I’m warm within.

 

I feel my fingers, out of the blanket,

Reaching for the table, my glasses set;

Wrinkle eyed, I open the spread,

Deep Blue I see, like an ocean bed.

 

A golden lining below its belt,

Shining through, as the clouds appear;

Scattered fragments throughout the sky,

Like ripples in the water, low and high;

 

With fading blue, and widening belt,

Orange smiles, with dimples of yellow;

As they touch the garden, twinkling leaves;

The morning dew, the night heaves.

 

At a distance, now I see,

A glowing ball, at birthing spree;

With every minute, he spreads his reach

Lighting the sky, the days preach.

 

He births high, and now shines bright,

A look at him, I’m out of sight;

The spread is white, blue hints around,

Yellow on my head, and on the ground.

 

As the prayer ends, his reach goes down,

Blushing sky, act of a clown;

Flying birds reach their nest,

The leaves bow down, time to rest.

 

My eyes still open, but dark I see,

He fades away, drowning in the sea;

The curtains close, but still at sight,

Now the moon, shining bright