A  sky  for  a  blanket .
Blue  and  light   blue, grey  and  dark  grey.
Clouds  as  moths  wavering  to  and  afar,
Circling  natures  son  in  the  cradled  hood.

Ah!  Let  my  breath  catch  this  beauteous  scene
Behold-
Could  I  escape  from  you?
I  hold  my  breath  to  capture  this  moment
Eternal-
None  would  need  nepenthe.
This slumber of nature has made me hold my breath too long.
A thud, a crack.
Under  the  wonderous  wide  expanse,
Arms  stretched,
The  eternal  moment
Was  etched.