Do you know of the blue that stretches asunder
The black that gleams in denim smear
Set like the heart of a rod-less umbrella
Do you know of its resonance
Awaiting it’s presence in an effortless fragrance
Haven’t you heard of its splendor
That leaves the eye beat from playing inspector
A sheet, a sight allay
Quell from the rays of the reverberating sun
An ocean, a touch of pacific calm
Tacit from the reveries of the buzzing juddering world
A beauty
A beast
A hoarder of a thousand million suns
What a needle view of a perfect moving ocean
Nothing as grand
As close
As endless
As the silent austere
Alternating sky.