Soft
Earlier this morning,
I awoke to yellow.
It was a soft yellow;
Yellow cherry blossoms.
.
Now, Blue's blankets are gone.
He stretches - endlessly.
And white planes' ribbon-trails
Draw cuts in the canvas.
.
Why is the sky so soft?
.
Soon, it'll all catch on fire.
Quietly and slowly,
Displays of flames will burn,
While Blue - he slips away.
.
Black soot will surely spread
In that grand fire's wake.
It, too, will be so soft.
It'll be mysterious.
.
Why is the sky so soft?
.
In that soot will shine lights.
They will shine so brightly.
Those lights are promises.
Pledges for tomorrow.