My Dark, Fleeting Sky

Beauty can lasts from forever to seconds in a single intake of air. This is a poem that commemorates the beauty of the skies and their ever fleeting nature. Enjoy.

Everything was still

My heart fluttered softly

As I cast my eyes outside the window

At my side, they lay oblivious

To the beauty behind the glass

The sky was smoky

Yet there was no fire

The sun was a soft glow, a lantern

A beacon of soft gold light

Soft wispy white swirled around it

Wicked and twisted, a swirl of black entwined

I found myself entranced

It reflected much of this world

And all of her dark mysteries and secrets

The sun, a symbol of hope

The white wisp, the mystery

The twisted black twine, the journey we all make

Something nudged by side

I turned to see my cousin looking at me

Startled and sleepy eyed, she had been asleep

“You are crying”

I was?

Slowly, I moved a hand to my face

Sure enough there was moisture there

I laughed softly waving it off dismissively

She shrugged leaning back, falling back asleep

I turned back to my beautiful mystery in the sky

Only to find it gone