Islands In The Sky

Islands in the sky

A smudge of charcoal smeared 'gainst the skies, cotton continents soundless flies

Powder bluffs of baby blue, thunder head anvils rumbling hurling spears of lighting too

Another world rules overhead where eagles soar and condors circle for the dead

Or is there more than what I see, heaven’s scroll of secrets unfurling endlessly

Enthralled as I peer past the hazy ridge a world crowned with Heaven’s circle bridge

A writhing wreath, a feathery embroidered ring do I stand beneath a living thing?

Or maybe God is finger painting for our delight his goodnight kiss before the night

Or is the tattered quilt drifting high above a shifting panorama of hate and love

An endless play between dark and light a mirrored rainbow of man’s earthly plight

Or I wonder could it be are we but fish and overhead undiscovered astral sea