Orange skies reflect 

A beautiful Constance

Deepening as the round ball 

Sinks deeper and deeper into the blue ocean

 

Like an enigmatic phenomena

It changes colors

Creating an eclipse 

With latent desires to feel alive again

 

The sound of sirens blare

Overtaking this beautiful silence 

Forging a woeful existence

Unsure of the light absent in its midst

 

Eyes keep wondering 

Gazing at this marvel 

Transforming back to 

The echo rising from the dark azure