My Eastern Skies

Unmindful thoughts in little dark,
last evening in my lonely walk.
Dead flowers carpeted the way,
trees of my avenue in gentle sway.

What in western sky was exuberant,
my gloomy heart pretty scant.
The colors made it proudly plumed ,
Streaking clouds and some mushroomed.

All shades between blue and violet,
then pink and orange and scarlet.
Swooned over them in my stare,
as if heaven located somewhere there.

For long no single trait they cast,
new blends kept coming very fast.
And when lost into one of it,
I soon lost it in a mystic drift.

In morning it was all fun,
Daylong been following the sun.
It came to me something to find,
turned my eyes to see the hind.

In monotony it noiselessly beseeched,
The tranquility then screeched.
To unknown depth my heart did sink,
in rising melodies a downward kink.

My oblivious mind then went aloft
my heart turned to my corner soft.
The gray calm stretch soaked my eyes,
as I watched my eastern skies.