Sweet Tangerine Poem by Katy Lue

Gentle darkness accompanies my place in the morn,
Where my eyes watch the world come to breath and witness the seconds of glory clouds sword,
The mass,
Vast,
Present and past,
combined to a glorious sphere,
That strikes a pose,
Glistens in eyes,
Lights the world from darkness to clear,
Sparkle does this beautiful life that returns true annually,
When the bubble is popped,
Motion is stopped,
And the sky puts a show on for me,
Eyes reflect the perfect of "now",
The stillness,
Sturdiness,
All through the crowd,
The quiet,
Silent,
Whispers lack,
To watch for few moments,
Until thy returns back,
The light ripples,
A wave in the sky,
Sticks and stays,
A fire does lie,
Swashes of plum,
Splotches of pink,
Sparkles and strokes of sweet tangerine,
Follows so through,
The scene leaves me aghast,
All swirled up a tie the elements cast,
Peace stills the hearts,
Witness's awe,
As I watch the world pleasantly sing a welcoming song