23 October 2010

For the Painter of the skies

The snowy mountains are hidden by the rain
Falling like a tattered curtain,
Its edges fringed with golden sunlight.
But there's a hole in the wall
And the sunbeams break through
Shining on the roof of clouds.
The peaks to the west
Darken the fiery sky with their silhouettes
And the clouds to the east show off their colors:
Purple, pink, and red.
The big red barn gives it all perspective
And my feet patter on.

You walk on waves
You run with clouds
You print the skies
For me to see
Your majesty
Your majesty
Is why I sing.

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