The ocean turned
Prismatic
Flame lit
The water rose to the sky
The sea had no end
Marigolds fell from the sun
Fell to the soil and rose up as little suns
This is how God speaks
Silent in the moving rays of light
Warm on the skin of the flower
The moon leaves without another word
The day enters
And enters again
I have regrets and they visit
They are the birds from the tips of the trees
They ascend up with the spreading light
They break open in front of the sun
There are too many to count