Not by the force of long attention
But a too quick tenderness
The beautiful sky picture that is so orange
Is like a fairy-tale cloud
Mimicking a mushroom
Though not motionless
As the calligraphy
Written upon its background
By the wings of birds
Is now frozen in place
As though a mysterious code
Of something more than beauty itself
That I should know
As I look for the white-edged patterns
Of the sea-foam at my feet
For reassurance
In the aqua-crystalline waves
Though the orange-light
Now capturing
Even their smooth rhythmic undulations
As I think of majesty
That can be so ennobled
Without being terrifying to the spirit
As the sublime rises
Above fear
That passion that turns on pain
Overwhelmed by transcendence
Now knowing the nature
Of the orange-glow
That is vaporizing the sunset before me
As I surrender to a last thought
That perhaps my shadow will be left upon the sand
But no one will be left to remember it
AsIDream 