Sunrise

The sea is paved with magic

Of irridescent lights

while skies are shot with silver

In clear cerulean heights

The rainbow’s range of pigments

Some spirit chose to use

to play a composition

of ever-changing hues

A melody in silence

unheard by listening ears

but is recorded in the heart

as the music of the spheres.

~ by riverleigh on June 9, 2008.