I am

Sunshine through Cumulus Clouds,

Is how I feel,

How I am.

Clouds are gold, 

Sky, pure white,

Light surrounds each cloud with electrifying and sharp brightness,

Everything is still, everything has purpose.

Light movement intensifies the purpose, 

I reflect as I watch,

Clouds melt,

Sky changes from pure white to pinks and purples, Bronze and Cerulean Blue,

Sumptuous mixing, blending and playing of colours accentuate my reflection and my awe.

Timeless.

My hesitation to remove my gaze from the last blast of light blinds my senses until a slow and gradual fade to black space. 

I stay and remain poised. 

At the precise moment when my poise were to collapse a Star appears. 

Solitary and still.

The vastness of space cannot contain it, nor overwhelm it. 

It's clean light and cutting edges point elsewhere,

Somewhere I haven't been and have yet to see. 

I remain with it.

I am here. 

The past no longer matters,

I feel weak,

But I am.