stones have worn apart

change for me
the universe -
one color at a time
bring (to me)
the sunset in a jar
tell me
where the lines were meant
and where the yellow bleeds
as blue into an ocean
(of the sky)
a flaming brush
to ride a wing -
of meadows stitched together
before another dawn
(will disappear)
infuse the dark with the wonder -
secrets pink and grey
orchids where the stones
have worn apart
carry me
the breadth of night -
across (into) forever
leave me
where the truth grows wild
in sheets
of muscadine