I woke up to a mesmerizing sky.
Like God spread a faultless canvas
with His divine hands
and conjured up the perfect blue
and drew feathers of Heavenly white
in sparse tastefulness
a celestial pattern
fit for the delight of angels
and rubbed a master thumb
on this spot and that
as finishing touches.

I stared and stared with awe
until I got high,
the ephemerality of that transcendence
singing ballads to my soul.

I roll over in bed
and try to place where
the real music was coming from,
and realized
I can still smell
your laughter
on my skin.