Oh what I can do to see and wonder
Upon the sky's garments?
That blue coat over her silver-lined feathers
And her violet robe over her silver emblems.

That red saree which on many morns I swoon
And her black dress that hides a hundred moon.

When the music of the wind is despondent
And cold, a grey sweatshirt she'll put on,
Stitches of tears etched on the firmament ,
what's the color of depression? of mourn?

But when the globes has stopped its flow
And her gilded crown regain its place,
She'll don, with swelling pride, her rainbow
Scarf and her cardigan, pearl as her face.

Oh what I can do to wonder and see
Her gowns, her armor, her star'd necklace
To write in characters, to write in poesy
Her eyes, her storm, her star'd fingers.



                                     the sunset marches in
                                     the sun leaves, she stays
                                     the morn slips in
                                     the moon leaves, she stays
                                     garments and all.