Horizon Watcher

The evening deepens, and the gray folds closer earth and sky,

Distant stars occluded whispers to the seeing eye.

The night occulted falls and wraps upon the endless view,

With writhing wisps of cirrus casting every range askew.

Above, the endless ranging vines of current breaths divine,

What cannot be revealed by hill and growth and home defined.

My canvas lies before me, filled but ever adding textured layers,

That I might spy the vision's whisper and from here compare.

I witness life.

I witness air.

I realize truth.

You are my scrying place, my crystal ball, my opened eye.

I am your witness. I hear your truth. I feel your lie.