By Jesse Nashe
Songs of a sleeping sky
Diminuendo of a dying day
I feel my emotions change
The orange-red shifts into darkness
And so do I
Slowly
So slowly
The clouds wanton across my eyes in their whimsical wisdom
Do they ever intend to show me the things they do?
Visions of 1000 realities can be birthed from one glance
My eyes can dilate in awe of a beautiful dream
The gentle breeze of a fantasy can fly past my tranquil person
I can be lifted
Enjoying the quiet of a day’s end
Enjoying the hum of a sleeping giant called Sky whose skin has stars at night
Pull closed the curtains of the Sun
Let Evening revere the beauty of her descent
Let Night come through gently like a subtle wind
Let me fall away into the elusiveness of my mind
The nimbus of complex yet serene thoughts
By Jesse Nashe
