I Saw A Lake In The Sky

But it was only for a moment.  The synapse between my eyes and my imagination thrilled briefly as it made the connection between the colors in the sky and waters that had somehow traveled upward.

I saw a pool of light collecting between clouds that had solidified into shorelines and beaches, before drifting away into a foggy landscape.  A depth of mercury, glistening with sunlight, floated above me like a baroque painting:  mad with radiance, sceneries and impossible worlds.

It was a smooth ellipse, lustrous and liquid.  The tired day had found the strength to cast a final glowing ember across it, which sank beneath its cold surface.  Far above me the waters lapped against the misty, cloudy sands.  Breezes signed across the ethereal waters - their sources hidden and distant:  the patient stars perhaps, or the moon, waiting for her time to appear; waiting to shame the sun with her stark, frosty light.

I saw a lake in the sky.  It flowed through the air, found its place in the depthless atmosphere and settled inside the geography of the parted clouds.  But the vision was only a brief one and all too quickly it melted away, like a silver coin tossed into a furnace.