skylight

Drops of rain and clouds are falling
the memories of light's distant fade into black and gold and tan.
Pillowy sighs and rainbow reflections
heed and yield to heaving sighs of introspective relaxation.

Armistice and command performances
cannot combine nor prevent such meandering
so as that which befell the iniquity and antiquity.
Vapors passed and shared among oxygen and stabs of light
through an otherwise darkened room.

Quiet recollection of thundering heartbeats and booming smiles
cannot quell the insipid emptiness that hearts temporarily endure
for things left unsaid and things left to be said.
What becomes a legend most is prophetic in its majesty
and its alluring dual sense of completion and newness
frenetic, mallifluous prescience, counting hours and days,
nasty business when off but wonderful in its perfected, shiny glory.

Satiated curiousity inspires calm yet relentless endurance.
Hours counted, heat measured, lives altered, and
performance gives way to unguarded laughter,
ruling out the failures that strike so many before they launch
and so many more once they've misfired.

The skies the limit, the blue ceiling of our happiness,
count us in among the many remembrances of things
we've done and things we will.
And endless boundaries will contain our life
and fill us in evermore and everafter.