“The Sun in Silence”
The sun in silence sank below earth’s rim.
But, like a generous king, he scattered precious treasures in his wake.
The lower sky revealed a broad flotilla
of roseate cloud ships, which had just survived a battle, hulls aflame
in pink and dappled with smoky spots. Unscathed
galleons of pure flamingo floated lightly
upon midheavens’ breast. But, at the zenith,
hovered a single boat, in rose so tenderly colored, delicate,
diaphanous. And that high sky behind
it whispered in an infant’s voice of subtlest blue. The sight of that
lone cloud of rose, afloat upon that soft
caress of pure blue sky, pierced deep into the tissues of her heart.