Winds of change blow every day,
whirling gusts fashion far horizons hues
Flaming colors tinge dusking light,
tranquil luster lends suns setting views
Shadows whisper wavered speech,
careening in silence as breezes sigh
Darkness follows ambers wane,
black besieging velvet shrouds the sky

Kingdom of Heaven looking down,
slumbering children begin to rise
Twinkling specks of distant lights,
awakened slowly are angelic eyes
Sapphires emitting shimmered blue,
twilights pallid son is called the moon
Clustered jewels blink in ebon sky,
sparking grains less on a deserts dune

Timely count of eternal sands,
measure the ages as they were planned
Knowledge of the unknown sums,
sift only through our Creators hand
Shining stars from high above,
infinite numbers of flickering show
Dustings across the universe,
a place where changing winds never blow

Beneath all showering glint,
eternal spirits made with heavens might
Sifted sands through loving hands,
molded children in Gods own light
Immortal souls formed from dust,
grains taken from heavenly dunes
Destined to become angelic eyes,
outshining pallid son called the moon

© C.E. Vance