the clouds with my sky,
sparkling hues
the epitome of summer skies.
my curtains tumble,
shadows dissapear,
my muse returns
the beginning from the end.
the common hand
poised,
prepared to write.
yet, obscured from psyche.
i do not yearn the darkness
though i dwell in it's colour,
i simply seek the vulnerability
that's hidden so well
from our human eyes.