Untitled Poem

Tangled pink and orange
sings to me songs of Jesus
and bright colors of this place
this place far away.

Crouching trees
and red sandy grounds
and the dancing sun
coat this area I walk in.

Warm, clear black-blue nights
bind themselves against this universe,
swimming their way to me.
They only want to be near-
These stars,
these stars,
our Mother's tears.