The
Endless Dome of Change
Rachel R La 2
The
sky is ever changing, never resting.
The
sun is a gleaming but mysterious sun,
for no one has ever looked it in the eye.
Dreamy clouds loll across the horizon.
The startling blue is always clear and
swift.
All
seems bright until gold wisps blend
with
soft hues of pink and violet that cradle the setting sun.
A creeping dark, a moon so radiant!
But nothing can top the glittering stars.
They seem so close, but all the same, very
far away.
They tease, yet sing a lullaby.
They hear everything and give a gentle peace.
A midnight blue will devour the black,
then a hazy pink,
and at last golden rays of sun
will engulf the earth once more.