The sky is a river
Silver hairs decorate it’s crown:
A ruby here, an opal there
Whisks of sunlight everywhere
Golden hues, baby blues
The sunset gives us clues
But how do we search for what
We have yet to know?
What do you think
snail shells, cow bells &
the sublime of our milky way
all have in common?
A sequence in numbers
that lead me back to you