Sky Bound [Freely, She Writes]

I am sick. Moments slur.

But nothing really matters,

to me, anymore.

Nature’s subtle humility soothes

static air and releases me into

a peaceful state.

The sunset tonight illuminates

the essence of harmony.

Sublime and beautiful:

a perpetual fluxes, trailblazing forever.

Pastel tulips bloom, gentle and graciously screening

the south side of clouds

with reflected light. The living sky

yawns incandesence and serenity

shimmers like a tapestry

of diamond mist.