Beholder

A longer walk today made me look up, as it often does, and think, as I always do, "You never betray me, do you?"

Because the blue and white and uncountable touches of unnamed shades I haven't yet found a disagreeable day of.

But what is it that I was calling loyalty -- isn't that just her unintended countenance that my eyes find an unfailing beauty?

Then what is it that I would think a betrayal -- is it my indifference when light disappears at the fall of night?