Apocryphal Revelation

The horizon exhaled her final hues
While night did don her blacks and blues
And as prismatic wards did purr
Summer awoke new adventure

You peered up at that dark sheet of night then,
Far too young to criticize anything beyond the phosphorus fields of fireflies
And how they hovered like fallen glitter from the Milky Way’s arts and crafts table
But that was too far from your driveway, a white spine of suburbia

I talked to you yesterday, when the air resembled blurry things of shadows (and their shadows)
You told me of how you looked into the eyes of stratospheric patchwork.
You told me of how you saw eternity.
You told me of how you screamed.

Now you sleep with a ceiling of above you,
No longer lofty ambitions.
And a blanket of restless sleep and panic,
Alarm clocks instead of teddy bears.
You sleep knowing where Adam came, and how far Adam has to go.