The Color of Sand

            — Inspired by the poem "Beyond the Pane" by Greg Hewett

Infrequent gazes of heavy boughs descend

into, beneath glances of suddenly sprung oblivion; 

we are unknown to ourselves, 

beyond comprehension and greed.

Is tomorrow an open promise

or an inevitable threat?

One never knows 

where solace may be found, 

when music could erupt from a throat once closed

from night's insincere embrace.

Wildflowers gather slowly, gently cloistered by dew; 

we bend and shift positions, trying to align

all the dying stars within our eyes.

A porcelain bowl gleams at daybreak,

waiting, perhaps wanting, to be filled 

with either sustenance

or silence.