Then and Now

Then, there was beauty so astounding,
even a poet could find no words:
sitting on a log in witness:
vista of sand, ocean and birds.
As the sun slowly sank behind the sea,
the entire sky grew pink and fluffy
with clouds so perfect and puffy,
whose colour deepened from palest sheen
to deepest primrose, and all between.
I felt I was gazing at Heaven's floor,
as if my soul was perched
and knocking on its door,
somewhere between the earth and sky,
breath and time suspended
to behold the beauty by.

Now, in this green river valley,
when it comes that time of day,
I stay alert for any colour
that the skies might bring my way,
stand on tiptoe, as if to see
beyond the mountains, where they hide,
beach sunsets on the other side,
celestial beauty, flying free.