Real Under Sky
Under the expanse
Of the sky
We Become real
And
Proportioned
Elegantly, precisely,
To the wonder
Of existence;
As if some remnant part
From an almost
Forgotten history
Nags, begs, consciousness
From a bigger beauty;
Potent, overwhelming,
Unmeasurable and
Truly Incomprehensible.
Line of the Sky
Turquoise sky
blue hued rose
clear and bright ,
light
that meets
grey and purple line
of cloud,
shrouding day in cover .
Why?
What passage
of time and place is this ,
that now
we gaze upon the face
and recognize the past ,
the times gone by,
So long ago,
so familiar ,
so lost ,
yet present
In a memory ?
PWChaltas 