Hope my words don’t desert me
But how to recall a sunrise-gilded mountain
Rising out of a golden lake.
As I turned the corner this giant burnished ingot
Lifted towards a tissue of finest indigo-cobalt above.
It was more than a golden sunrise.
I watched the alchemy of Solar radiance
Fragile Air
The molten plasma of Water
The receiving Earth.
And all solidity melted,
Into Light.
Beautiful Esme, you have really captured the essence ...