Sublime
transports
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
arrival,
both of us innocent,
hopeful
of what is yet to be.
~ cj 2015.02.15
How lovely to see you encouraged and upbeat! <3 I love the brushstrokes criss-crossing the sky.
You know me I like the trees. The one on the left looks like it’s reaching out.