Distant Beholder

 

When the horizon averts the fusion of emptiness and absence
I start counting the last clouds –all ungathered
As those mass of frozen aches,
my blue sky longs to heal;
it sends them away
to something that awaits in the westerly direction
only to paint the colour of billowing bonfires
across the existing cleavage
And this sky- merely a distant beholder
The holder of my universe!