I see the fleeting shadowers, marching as if to drums not heard while casting, with effect, their distant dappling wares, within the sky.
I see the weary travellers, alighting from distances afar, following the mapped pathways only they perceive, in wisdom, within the sky.
I see the design of man that transfers him at his will – to destinies of dreams – to far-off fantasies – on the roaring metal within the sky.
I see the ignited light trailing to a fiery death, only of significance for an instant, as its life is curtailed within the sky.
I see the distant visitor, that heralds a return along its compass points, and ponder on the tail that keeps it company within the sky.
I see the speckling, at home, of darkness – yet still navigating man – revolving to prediction that defies both reach and time, within the sky.
I see the particles of nature, gathered in accord, now fleeing in light to safety as a handclap of applause echoes within the sky.
I see the golden guest that visits then departs bringing variance in visibility along its path according to its season within the sky.
I see the welcome site that lights with sheen, is clasped, bound to an extensive encircling in tribute on a journey within the sky.
I see the mountain roar with violence that speaks of purpose – of new birth or of despair – as a plume that marks arises within the sky.
I see the tumult and the chaos wrought in instants between a blink as the domiciles of man are carried and despatched within the sky.
I see the rocks, the sands – the residue of time, arise and capture all before in gloom – surrendered to solitude and noise within the sky.
I see the spheres that descend from height, prepared for their set task by size and intensity, still subject to the law within the sky.
I see the promise, assembled as a sign of many hues across the heavens, of what will not again befall those to whom declared within the sky.
I see the breaths of the heavens in whispers, fluttering cloths on high, making known messages of eternity within the sky.
I see the tablecloth of the heavens, as if of finest lace laid and wove from gossamer, falling in purity of covering from within the sky.
I see the blueness of the heavens, that speaks of distant things, drawing voyages of discovery from those resolved to seek, within the sky.
I see the pearls of the heavens fall, leaving their source of incubation for a greater mission – bringing growth and change from within the sky.
I see the mists of the heavens on fire for but a moment – pink – orange – scarlet, as if the very heavens burn – a “Match that!” within the sky.
I see the curtains of the heavens, glowing pastels, raised, lowered, timed to some unheard majestic anthem, existing and upheld, within the sky.
I see the witnesses of creation, the handiwork of heaven, the mastery of God – there for all to marvel – the happenings within the sky.