the night time
on criss-cross clouds,
to a pastel platform
of peachy pink,

suspending time
for just
a moment
to gather the sun
and leave darkness
where I stand waiting,

anticipating it’s
serenely blushing

both of us innocent,
of what is yet to be.

~ cj 2015.02.15

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2 Responses to Sublime

  1. Morine says:

    How lovely to see you encouraged and upbeat! <3 I love the brushstrokes criss-crossing the sky.

  2. Steven says:

    You know me I like the trees. The one on the left looks like it’s reaching out.

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