celestes change by clever design
in a painting of skittish guise
above and below the skyline
the sea darkens as morning dies
at high tide the sea turns pearly
under sky that changes early
in a painting of skittish guise
the ambit of beauty twinkles
can a margin like this have eyes?
looking at fish shoals with sprinkles
that shine as opals at low tide
the settling of sea’s swansong ride
above and below the skyline
there are no hands pushing sea down
or pulling sky away from brine
a balance is set by His crown
the planner brings realms face to face
for His kingdom fills any space
the sea darkens as morning dies
and its border with sky stays still
mirrors do their blinding surprise
on scapes and senses by His will
I sink into a restful state
and I feel breath through Heaven’s gate
at high tide the sea turns pearly
with whirlpools like cells on glass slides
all the palette sky is glory
I am lost in spells at divides
they dance along the line you see
where sky is bonded to the sea
under sky that changes early
a cobalt blaze bathes on the sea
the border between stays steady
as does the one who comforts me
there is art in each daily plane
just as gibbous moons start to wane