This skylight is a work of art,

A Rachel Whiteread Installation,

Worthy of the Turner Prize.

Yet all I do is open my eyes!

Framed moving pictures depict the heavens,

Exhibiting patterns of every fresh day.

 

A Rothko print of solid blue

With a ‘planes streaming vapour trail

Arrowing through…

 

Louring skies tinged from grey to black,

Hailstone bullets on the attack…

 

A captured sun in the hazy mist

Hockney clouds made of cotton wool…

 

Snowflakes drifting when the sky is full... 

 

A skylight displays so many moods

And mirrors life’s vicissitudes,

As burning bright embers fade to ash,

Entombed within the darkness of night…

 

Until resurrection from the morning’s new light.