The sky

The sky covers my eyes
With white flares of zinc.
All desires are dissolved
In its trackless mind.
The sky fills my brain
With vast stretches
Of sun-lit spaces,

Clouds that float in silence
With wistful thoughts,
And stars that intuit

In brilliant scintillations
Of insight and wit,

Spread out in shapes

As varied as constellations,
Filled with the inner glow

Of presence as an amethyst
That fills within

With waves of trapped light.
The sky is a brain

That replaces my own.