Horizon prime that heaven’s maw.
Mix artist tears, thick oils…
with pigment ground by
eyes that reach, the
line of heart desire.
Draws down sky and sun cored
heat to cool in salt, these
saline deep-lit roiling seas.
But what I see is fusion’s might
as palette reaches yellow heat,
and matter rising by degree.
For hydrogen must fly and
seek, the helium's golden flame.
I watch the sea birds as
they wheel and skite,
to loose a single tear.
And I know that this,
is horizon forever…here.
© Dai Fry 4th May 2020