An endless ocean of blue
is contained in celestial spheres where great glaciers move
in seconds, right before your eyes.
A cloudless sky of the same hue
stretches on the way centuries do,
yet maintains its wonder circumscribed
while shards of night impose their shade
in their own sweet, seductive way
casting sapphiric shadows of your thoughts.
I soon become arrested by the glorious play
of twilight glow and sun mid-day
before me, as my chest tightens into lovely knots.
Beyond this world of other-worldly views,
the whole universe could be ending or created anew.
I’d never know the difference through the glare
Of crystalline pools reflecting truth,
their surface gleaming, gentle, smooth.
This is the picture of your stare.