Sky

Up on high. — By the seashore, the Bay is glistening Her reflections mirror the blue sky All’s quiet and no one is listening Nothing but blue sky up on high. The morning mists have dissipated Burnt by the rays of the sun Insouciance pervades the scenery Silvery…

It will always be beyond Reach —

Shall we take a break, and enjoy the beauty of the sky? — Sky-watching is always a delightful view for me. As I gaze up, I find myself immersed in a world of wonders. The dance of clouds, the magical colors of sunrise and sunset, the vivid message of the stars at night. It makes me feel thankful for life and helps my…

In a world of fancy — Out of the night on wings of flight I fly away in my dreams Where nothing is ever the same In a world above the jet streams. I float in a world of fancy Carried away on wings and prayers My mind’s captivated by notions On the steps of heaven’s…

I marvel at the night sky – It is a sapphire, Though not clear, Strong and bold with Shadows of grey. It is a pretty princess In her evening gown of blue About to shed a tear. Somewhere in the dark blue night sky, Appears a sparkling, blinding light and Soon the sky is lit by many of its friends That come along with their mother. Gently, they shine on me. Their eyes twinkling, Seems to be telling stories.

Dear Sky, Whether you’re dark and gloomy, or the brightest of the blues, I still find myself striving to reach you. I spent many an afternoon staring at you in wonder, as clouds drifted past, dancing upon you. I watched in awe as lightning made a spectacle of you, and…

A wonderful piece of heaven In the twilight’s gentle embrace, I found a little piece of the sky, A shimmering fragment of grace, That spoke to my soul, oh so high. Amidst the chaos and the noise, I gazed upon this celestial treasure, A respite from life’s earthly poise, A moment of solace…

Response to reciprocal nature prompt: shining stars. — It is becoming nearly impossible to see the stars and distant galaxies at night. To an amateur star gazer they were visible ten years ago. The culprit is the preponderance of artificial lights across America. I live in Iowa. Just look at a night time satellite image of our country…

When the last star crashes, what will we have then? I finally purged my last wish I softly cradled in the gape of my youth; slowly, slowly, letting go and settling in the bloodshed of my prime. I’ve come to recognize the aftermath like a warm hello in the wake…