Whisps of golden cotton make us say, “Wow.”
They make us remark that God is an Artist.
He creates a new sunset every evening
Out of water and hydrogen atoms, nitrogen too.
He will add a little ozone and a lot of oxygen to the stew.
We will see all of this as gold against pastel blue.
I hold your hand and thank Him really hard
Because you are in my life.
You promise me that when the vaccines have had a chance
To work within our systems rendering us invincible
You will go with me to my beloved beach
To sit below the massive blue, next to the all-encompassing azure
On top of the endless yellow to wait for
Gold on Pastel blue.
I hope that you never meet the Artist
Without your brushes because
Artists help each other.
It will be nice to meet a kindred spirit
With the palette to create his sunset.