Open skies taper to orange arches;
Overlay the horizon-perched arc.
Golden light floods through the tunnel’s breach –
Perhaps a glimpse of farthest stars?
A universe-glimpsing portal
Opening just out of reach each eve.
Yet who can grip this world-door
As over the horizon it flees?
So I wait and watch it pass,
Trying to catch the second or two
Before night closes fast
In which the golden tunnel exhales heaven’s hues.