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As I look out the window, I can barely see the sky. It looks as if a pitch-black tent had been pulled over the entire earth. What happened to the moon? Been kidnapped by an alien from outer space? Where is the infamous midnight blue people always talk about when they refer to skies at night; the color that most wannabe artists long to capture it down with Crayola. Hey! Black is nice too. Why do you think Lucifer painted the sky as such when he lost the battle?
I can almost see him standing on top of a mountain flapping his charred wings, becoming an insight for certain humans to hold on to. I wouldn't mind smearing black on canvas if I truly wanted to capture the likeness, but I'd rather wait for dawn when darkness gives in to light. I wouldn't mind using up my crayons to capture the moment when power is changing hand.
My gosh, it is late! No wonder my eyelashes seem to take longer to pull apart from one another after a blink. Let me just say this will be the last time I took a bet with Shane, my imaginary friend, on who could stay up the latest. All I can say is he'd better learn how to paint toenails properly. And what made him think I would look good wearing blue nails. Ughh! I look like I just walked out off a morgue.
Ahh, dawn is finally here. I begin to see the outlines of the trees crashing against the skies, enticing pink, reluctant blue...
Oceans in you, vivid green, vaguely blue...
The moon is back, thin as a wafer, embedded in the morning sky, hazy, lacy...
Dawn sun in your eyes, burning, yearning...
Your wondrous smile...
I love that smile...
I love you...
You...
zzz...
© 5/11/02
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