Geometry in the Sky

The sky dreams serenely under its blanket of stars.. which dawn transforms bit by bit into changing hues of rose and pearl.. an array of irresistible colors that enliven.. energize.. uplift.. shades of joy.. shades of love.. shades of sunshine.. the eagle police is sternly flying high and low, daring anyone to invade their proud kingdom.. and parrots race screaming with laughter, a marathon across the skies.. forming unbelievable acrobatic feats.. breaking into unnamed figures in the sky.. like excitable children rehearsing geometry on way to school.. writing myriad poems in our hearts.. songs of color.. lyrics of joy.. can life be perpetually beautiful in our minds.. what worlds are we constructing every moment.. if history seeps as bricks in these constructions, then why do shades of joy vaporize, or get overcome by bitterness, remorse or wistful regret.. if life is in this moment, then why not blast all constructions.. and enjoy this open space..  the sun rose with this thought.. as if blessing my first step into reality.. this parrot is screaming incessantly to capture my attention.. and this crow.. vying in bursts of energy.. and the eagles calling out to them as they fly in circles.. making me smile..