Rubies streak across the black asphalt,
The other side glitters with crystals, crushed.
Tires run smooth over the sparkle,
Eyes squint seeking between the orbs
But blind to each diamond drip dropping.
Sheer misty multitudes obscuring
The far lands and closing us in
To this immediate and momentary world where we
Slowly go, careful and afraid, cautious
To guard our plans from sliding on the shining slick
Roadway, all wet with plashy puddles and rain.
Ignoring the glory invisible to our dull eyes
Trapped in the bland gray clouded vision
Instead of being made free by the beauty
Of the silver-lined cloud itself.