Laying on my back beneath stars
galaxies and glowing gases
I think of the Creator.
There is no end, nor beginning.
There is no touchable ceiling.
Earth roams a mysterious-muted void
around a young star, quietly roaring.
My mind cannot wrap around infinity
nor the atrocious chasms of outer-space.
What about a 4th dimension?
I’ll just listen to the canyon wind
singing to my ancient soul
beneath those candled skies.
2 thoughts on “Candled Skies”
kewl. i LIKE your stuff.
there is something new on my blog. thanks for asking…
it’s just been TOO hot. the sardine can that i live in is typically 101 degrees F. …and any creativity i have melts like a thin mint left after lunch on the car dash with the windows rolled up. 🙂
And what a lovely place to be…