Looking up into the morning sky

Seeing the colors brought a sigh

Blue laced with purple and pink

A beautiful vision with no links



To anything yet at all man-made

The vision breathtaking, in spades

Many colors, which have to be seen

To be believed, for they're so clean

   

Hues of a morning sky so manificent

It's a wonder to be seen, but not lent

For anything passed from one to another

Loses something in translation smothered



- Tristram



Christopher W. Thomas

7:33am Mon. Jan. 26th, 98