Red Skies of Night

From native acacias, local sycamore  
and tamarisk trees come homes;  
 
Universe Houses, places we sail  
from red skies of morning:  
swells, storms, and loneliness  
 
To joined timbers forming walls;  
drawings piercing their frames  
under a roof retaining warmth  
 
Coffee table books, photography  
bound leaflets of splayed poetry  
 
Hand-written words curled as  
autumn leaves across pages  
 
An open floor plan, resplendent  
increments of light and shadow  
creative in movement  
.  
Many years have passed  
our lives, but those remaining  
foretell great happiness;  
 
Their red skies of night  
a sailor's delight, coming  
forth to carry Us Home  
 
~  
 
 
 
 
 
For J, my Heart's Compass,  always. . .
 
Image: Wassily Kandinsky