When the night sky is so perfect
I yearn to share it, to say look as
I touch your cheek in the tender
Silence that is often the language
Of love. Intimacy needs no words
We caress those we love to urge
Them to see the beauty we know.
Our caress is a whisper echoing
The perfection in the night that
Signals this is for you, we must
Share this. When the night is that
Perfect, that is when I miss you.
Under the perfect twilight sky, I
Miss you seeing the beauty we
Knew, the quiet we shared, the
Perfect darkening sky on this or
That perfect summer night. This
Is for you. Look. I miss you.
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Sky…lines
Today, I am surrounded by that
Same sky I admired a few days
Ago. Well, not same. Clouds are
So versatile that no two days in
A row or set apart by a few days
And a new year evoke the same
Sky. It's new and billowing in a
Breeze, although the clouds are
Stiller than my hat which blows
Off, stopping at my outstretched
Hand. It's right to complain that
The gusts make the cold colder.
Ah, sure, but oh my there's that
Sky!
The sky
Look at the sky. I say it
Twice, "Oh my, look at,"
I say, "that sky" and you
Know what? It really is
Worth a second look.
Not quite daylight
That vigilant protective moon
Isn't shining in this morning's
Sky. Today it is a darker 6a.m.
Than yesterday's. Why? Why do
I care? I am not concerned, but
I miss the brightness of the orb.
I am not foretelling a harder day
Prediction is not in my bag of
Tricks. At least not on this day.
Today, I was searching for its
Light but saw only grey skies.
The depth of clouds
Who sits in judgment when
The sky turns dark, clouds so
Rich in blackness and texture
As to invite a pad and ink to
Navigate its appearance. You
Need to document what you
See when the billowing clouds
Burst through with a charcoal
So brilliant as to shape your
Vision and leave an outline in
Your memory. The sky wants
Nothing more than to write a
Commentary on contrast and
To commemorate the evening.
Clouds substantial, shadowy
Wispy, solid float overhead,
The contrasts made real and
Solid in dusk turning to night
Light/Dark
Here I stand, trying to capture the
Essence of a sky so nuanced that
It eludes words. Its portrait won't
Stand still for my machinations or
The manipulations of the light. I do
See more than my lens or a pencil
Can impart. I claim it all as my own
It is my view after all, but I miss the
Point, lose track of the essential as
I ponder the details and minutiae
This is the close-up I need to capture
If I want to stay true to the vision I see
From all the characteristics of beauty I
Can only lay witness to some and gape
As the sky unfolds before me light and
Dark. It is my view after all but I miss
The point, lose track of the essential.
The essence is the mystery of night
Falling. I looked up at this one moment.
This is the close-up I need to capture
Tamara, really 