Across the Pale Horizion: To swim in the sky

Witness the finale of Apollo's charge,

     the soft landing of sun blown kiss,

     on the lips of a waiting world.

 

Watch her lips sparkle,

     in flecks of orange and ombre,

     of sunburnt reds, electric yellows.

 

Swim with vigor across the pale horizion,

     kick with glee at star tossed skies,

     cease to clasp the origin of scars.

 

Mourn the fade of evenings adieu,

     breathe and be embraced,

     in the flickering, starlit smile.

 

Taste sweet waters of evening air,

     dive deep in the well of light

     and emerge clean.