Old manuscript

The sky

is that beautiful old parchment

in which the sun

and the moon

keep their diary.

To read it all,

one must be a linguist

more learned than Father Wisdom;

and a visionary

more clairvoyant than Mother Dream.

But to feel it,

one must be an apostle:

one who is more than intimate

In having been, always,

the only confidant--

like the earth

or the sea.