This sky is tres spectaculaire
as I lie on the slate stone courtyard
amongst lucent clouds revealing a canvas,
fusing white with azure gray,
innuendo of coral.
my breath makes the sound of longing,
stay forever, cradle me within the tranquility of your spell,
entrancing me till I blush crimson.
with the vision I can witness
only this once, this singular twilight.
My eyes reflect the waning sunlight, still with
soul penetrating rays, warming from inside out
these somnolent bones—
a surreal gift this clement evening, springtime
in the land of my heart.