Outside My Window There’s A Sky

Outside My Window There’s A Sky

Outside my window there’s a sky,

I recognize just in between

This twilight and this sunset by

The way it looked as I had seen

In one of Zalman’s paintings that

I saw once in his studio,

So, that which I am looking at

Shares somewhat of its sunset glow.

Nature begins to take on what

We introduce by artifice,

Where, nothing’s within nature, but

What somehow we make out it is,

And even though a person must

Succumb to nature and return

To be no more than stellar dust,

The sunset through his eyes may burn.