an arc of palest blue

the light fragments forms gleaming shards
the gold and purple flowers relieve the green
and greens there are still many bright and dark
blue flashes of sky the palest clouds the day
begun in darkness turns into a charm
we want the year like this we want to hold
the turning earth and say this is the place
do not go further hold us in this moment
make it eternal make us like the gods
in perfect time in time that never moves
from golden moment everlasting beauty
but we turn away we face the duller things
and moving time refuses to release
its pinch the one that chases colour loves
to laugh at every wrinkle every greying hair
tells us that we must go when it's our turn