Autumn in the sighting sky

[sweetwater]

As autumn approached and the rain
Became as a daily passing between
Winter and summer where the years
Collected in the prose of an evening's
Tale

As the night proceeded gently into
The warmth of a fire's light and the air
Became cold

As the howling in the distance by wolves
And the stars
Climbed to another height by which
The darkness became clear in the sightings
And visions of time

As the poem presented itself
In the ambient light of the stars and moon
As time became still like placid lakes
And a sea that never slept

As it came about now
This moment progressing
Toward the peaceful chambers
Of melodies

Syncopated by the silent interludes
Of wordless kisses

As the phrasing midnight drew
Closer to where the rock face and glib
Fell into to mirror of a smiling
Pond

As if what remains of the day
Becomes night by chance

As if you can remember the entire
Landscape

And the morning that never seemed
To cross the horizon

Circles in the light of nightly embraces
Geometric and concentric
Rivulets of colour
That washed the seeming endless blue

[whoaisme]

beautiful. thank you!