Up Up and Away

A man met a god on a lonely night.

The waves were still,

The moon was bright.

And they sat and they talked of the grand and the small,

Of eternity,

Of the slight.

They spoke of the black beyond black beyond blue,

The unknown, to humans

The alien,

The new.

A forbidden realm of myriad shimmers

Only touched by the bravest few.

A void of endless cold and dark a billion eons away

Nourished by shining radiance

By distant suns,

By day.

The mirrored world of the watery orb

On whose boundary they lay.

“Now tell it to me,”

Said the man to the god,

“Which do we speak of,

The sky or the sea?”

“The sea and the sky

Are one in the same,

Said the god to the man,

April will come and separate the colors from the colors and the colors from the sounds. April will cleave the world.