the sun
a setting glow
winks through the irritated wind
a happy motiff in the far yonder blue
softly slowly nearly imperceptively slipping further into the inky milk of night
unrealized by the eyes of the not so enchanted
shallow blind viewers lost more so to the next song being played on the radio than the simple beauty of the complex earth's most supreme LIFE SOURCE
a lone majesty watches fondly
every passing moment
from the haven of its blessed light.
(June 1,2001 5am)