The sun's choice of style today

is the green and orange of the mandarin.

The ocean's choice of words tonight 

is the one which comes of dipping 

the quill in the ink of marine blue. 

On moonless nights the stars shine

eager to jump off the sky

with auras of umbrellas flying open.

The sun, the ocean, the stars of moonless night

fated to miss the time. 

Memory of the appointed hour, the desperation to catch the train

and land there in time to have a glimpse

all this was written in the scroll

scripted by God long ago.