Trail of the Sky

The sky is pale blue, with golden rays
streaking past, interspersed with pink clouds
that signify the approach of dawn-
which is a sight too early
to be appreciated by people ensnared
in the world of dreams

The pink dissipates, the sun rises higher,
growing light from golden yellow
Less ethereal, more earthly,
the clouds regain their original pallor
of white against azure
But a remnant of the moon, an almost intangible sliver
hovers in the sky
although hopelessly overshadowed
by the sun

The rays of the golden orb, once gentle
increase in their intensity,
as the sun resumes its stately, arched path
A blinding white, much too glaring
for people to bask in the reflected beauty
of the clouds, of the water
when they seem to echo the shades of the sky

The sun grows weaker, less dominant
as it withdraws its rays of dazzling light,
making way for the lesser celestial objects
miles and miles and miles away
Slashed with orange, darkened clouds,
the sky seems to smile as it boasts its beauty
From a line of soft gold of the horizon, to orange
to blue, to the endless violet
that extends up to the heavens

Against the backdrop of midnight blue,
the moon shines freely, free from the tyranny
of the sun
Sprinkled with stars that glow faintly,
the sky emanates an aura of serenity
that encourages us to close our eyes
and awaken to the harmony of dawn