Golden fingers reconcile a weeping sea,

Rebirth opens its fleeting shutters.

Through a window that glances into nothing

A face tumbles

Incidentally

into view.

Flashing powdery blue,

gleaming lodestars,

wide couplet moons,

framed by hazy pitch.

A knowing gaze sifts through a half-recalled thought,

The birth fluids

From whence light peered its fateful head.