Movement of color

I watch the movement
through shades that touch
the deepest part
below the surface
awareness finds
a sense of peace
in letting go
I dive below.
Gem like quality
muddled thoughts into the space
where nothing touches
a sacred place
of a heart that hears
the voice of the universe
in the silence
of a sullen day.
In beauty of pattern
we skip across the horizon,
eyes watch
waiting for the moment
as the day turns to night
and the wind calms
to a sliver of softness felt
on damp brow and mood
lifted with a prayer
to get beyond
this vibration
to soothe the soul
in solitude.