OF SKY

Of Sky

Two painters dabble in colors of summer sky.
Simple creatures of flight and fancy,
Taking seats on chords of oaken twine,
Watch the ascenscion of Apollo,
Listen to serenades of autumn's golden lyrics.

Hearts beat in rhythmic harmony,
The cadence to the chorus of angels.
Nuzzling each other in the feathers of
Divine heralds, they leave comfort of shade
and fall through their pastel pallets.

Wanton gusts change the course;
The painters tumble through wind and
Rain. Still touching, eye to eye,
Cheek to cheek, through a blazoned bolero,
They live in amber scales of sky.