Scintillating and wide

Open to the sky

The black above was almost

Tangible

If I could only transport my hand

From this land

To way above

I would crack the ceiling of the sky

Like a cracker under foot

Fearless attempts to reach higher

Moves of inspiration

Rather than that of a scary nature

To move the minds of my own wife

From the toxic smelly life on the road

To the clean connections of being or having

A home

I do not disparage any connections

We have or will create

We must learn to rely on our instincts

The sky above flickers and winks

From the spotty reflection in the water

To the highest star burning brighter

Sky connecting us together

Under the clear moon weather