Up - Anne Clark

Planes thrust

Up thru' the pink

Northern sky

In perfect time

Heavy bright

White ships

Glide on grey waters

Stained shades of blue

Past your window

Past your view

Sunlight rich

Precious as gold

Unfolds

Unrolls a new day

Clarity and light

Shine a new day

Contact made

And at last I am seeing things anew

Colours come pouring out

From where I stand

With you