Sensuous imagery washes the eye.
Delicious imagery coshes the sky.
Repetitious imagery accosts me why?
Waiting on the sun rise in the cool of the day.
Just as the stars begin to show that they have been there all along.
Just as twilight is clearly gone.
As the moon takes precedence.
The sight befalling upmost natural elegance.
All to be seen with two windows to the universe.
This sensuous experience denied to some, those with sightlessness as a curse.
The storm rattles in the foreground of the sightless.
Rather than on the horizon for most.