To whom does the sky belong to?
I wonder as I stride,
A beautiful gift of nature or a possession for man?
As I stare up at its wonder,
I am overwhelmed with awe,
My tired eyes blinded by the sun centred at its core.
Symbolic of the heart,
the sky too is ruled by senses,
For when emotion seeps through,
released are it’s defences.
In just a heart beat the sky can part,
the thunderous rain echoing out its cries,
No sooner as it begins.
A rainbow appearing,
apologising for angry skies.
Raindrops like tears,
the ice cold snow poisoning your fragile skin,
Always reminding that the sky is in control,
punishing a world plagued by sin.
A child losing grip of a balloon
watching it helplessly float to a land far away undisturbed by crowds,
I only wish I could do the same,
I too want to live amongst the clouds.
Yet at night in all it’s darkness,
it’s amorous lights still make me swoon,
Golden stars pierce the night
whilst being romantically seduced by the moon.
Up high is where birds glide
to bask in the glory and the wonder that it brings,
A creature that I envy,
oh what a curse to be born without wings.
It’s charm personifies at dusk and dawn
when the sun begins to rise and set,
A captivating allurement imprinting your memory daring you not to forget.
The rising and setting of the sun,
an admirable certainty that beholds of all the land,
Oh how I dream that I could touch such beauty and hold
it in my hand.
So what is up there?
In that deep ocean of endless blue?
All I know is when I look up at our sky,
I feel alive.
Tell me, do you feel it too?