Flames and Ashes

Stop.

Breathe

The sky is ablaze...

A blanket of dull grey... ripped through the centre...

and through it gleams a bright blue...

the water falls gently... gracefully... like little ballerinas

another smile... another sigh...

not of melancholy... but of that constant craving... for what's over that rainbow...

beyond that horizon... beckoning... sensually... mysteriously...

and then that brilliant orange... turns to grey... all day fades to night... and I close my eyes...

to greet the light again.