Clouds drift, east against
the backdrop of the crescent moon.
Illuminated, like
black ink through water.
The western sky, weighty
with storm caps.
Lightning flickers from
behind; fireflies and light-switches.
False moments of daybreak; a pastel
snapshot of tomorrow.
Then stillness; calm before
the rapture’s flush
Earth drowned; water
and mist.
© The Eyes of Seraphim