There is a moment
There is a moment
When it all becomes real
The sky
The earth.
War and pain
Blood and bone.
Oh! the sky.
It is so blue
Is it the same for you
Is it really there
The weight of it
As heavy as the burden
We all carry
In search of love.
There is nothing
Without it
The blue
The love
The heft of it.
Light as a feather
Floating on a thermal
An updraft of hot air.
A melting spindrift.
The sun is a white hot furnace
It is never as red
As it looks
When it dips into the horizon.
The romance
Is not within it
But within us
Do you feel the flush of it
On your face
The burn of morning
The wait
For sea salt to crisp
On your skin.
The trickle of sweat
On your forehead
Footprints in the sand
Converging,
A lover's kiss
The lightness of touch.
The glimpse of a new day
In a blue sky
There is nothing quite like
The scope of its appearance.
Even the ocean has a floor
Deep as a canyon
It may be
Undisturbed
Out of sight
A mystery
Of nature
So I’m told.
But is it as real
To me
To you
As the moment
When your eyes open
To the bright
Rapture of the blue
The panorama
The performance
The affirmation
The impression it leaves on your soul.