Golden streaks in the sky,
perfection of hues amber-ed in my memory,
Forever, as long as this earth-bomb keeps ticking,
through subsequent seismic shakes and tremors,
echoeing out a splendor of varied timbres,
As each new calf is born and waits its end.
Begin lo, anew, and see chem trails to delight,
instead of to instill righteous fright.
Now ending day, a flight from stubborn sun born consistency,
that would fry crisper than fry and more gold caramel than mallowed brown
if not for a spin; Cycles to start and stop in every single town,
dotted on this habitable celestial sphere,
where earthlings are free to feel and be dumb,
to coddle and late suck thumb,
to love and be loved, to run away and hide,
to stride in peace/ in the pitch of wretchedness be tarred in war and thrive,
To dance, a place for arms held wide,
and upturn the face, to wonder only what is inside the human.
Telling stories in my DNA, this storybook,
is,
the last frontier,
full of adventures for those who care and dare,
And wholly at last, to be given body without fear.
Yours is the universe!

good job on this. glad you continue to work on your craft.