The sky blazed that evening
Before the darkness came
It was wild
With songs from long ago
Fortelling the future.

Oh how I reached for something
To hold it there
To keep the fuschia clouds
At my fingertips,
To keep the shining sun
At the perfect mark on the horizon

I could hold onto nothing.
Darkness came unbidden
Teeny pinpricks of starlight
Quivered my skin
The inky enigmatic air
Soothed and horrified me.

I fled like the wind that blew
To the comfort of what was known
What could be seen
To the simple and the beautiful
Knowledge that
I am.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture taken by me January 14, 2017  Pass-a-Grille Beach, Florida