i love the way that the northern stretch of stars
sliding over the sphere of the heavens roll
every night to brighten the cobalt blanket
of pitch darkness with their simplistic art and form.
i love the way that the sea and the spray co-mingle in a sort of
residual courtship where neither is truly tired of the other
giving small sapphire gifts and following the proper customs
in shades of azure, teal and white, an eternally liquid paint,
embroidered on the edges with poems of dark water,
filled with rainbow salmon and the lavender tentacles of creatures
who live far below, crossing worlds.