Like the baby's sky
that lives beyond
the gentle touch of truth,
your pastels rise softer
than a daylight dream.
Your eyes belong to a sun
of another world
where shade and shape and hue
unfold like lilies
in a field of lilac.
In warm, blending tones
of sleeping summer babies,
you show us how to wake
our eyes to the meaning
and motion of light.
©Charles Ghigna
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