dust in the sky
as sunsets revealing
colors untold
to the blankets and shrouds
nightfall becoming
pressing toward heaven
moon glow lies hidden
behind broken clouds

these are the days
dreaming before hand
light is eclipsed
by circles and rounds
of knocking and asking
seeking, becoming
voices appealing
echo the sounds

is there a harbor
when sailing beyond
the love we have left
in coming to be
places passed into
a far east horizon
as distant dimensions
will rise from the sea