Pondering

In wistfulness, we gaze into our own beyond.
Rise, in lies, life's confessions,
still some half hidden.
The clouds that mimic us
dusk's outlines in burned charcoal
Dark ends of the spectrum, resonate
omnipotence staged, the panorama's open page.
Our changing world it needs,
a sentinel to overwatch
Sometimes benign.
Sometimes to glower with reproach.
Days endings, its paper cut-out
dreams, images come home to rest.
The covers of tiredness, a mask.
Not god,
but self preservation,
staring us out.
Leaving  one to ponder.
that instant in a world of wonder