As the sky escapes ahead out of the electric light,
Unfolding into the soft, pale colors of the dawn
Illuminating each and every blade of grass
And holding the beauty of the shapes of leaves,
We reach a plane of stillness, attained at last
Above the concrete of the streets
Where we stand, looking into the distance

While the twitter on the telephone wires fades away
Into the slow revolutions of the distant stars
Turning out their nights stretching on
Into eternity, an eternity of light
Beyond our reach, long out of touch,
Something seen in the clouds,
In the air above the sea,

Natural light; soft, ethereal, bittersweet,
A beauty alive for one moment, and then lost
Into shadow, into memory,
Where the moment resonates and echoes
In the beauty of the present,
In the sunlight and the moonlight,
The trees, the grass, the flowers, the clouds
Stitched together in the quilt of time,
With all of the colors of the living sky.