Sky of Memory

I gaze up to the endless sky,
the blue, the vast, with countless tries;
alone, and in groups, flying high,
the birds of the sky pass by me…

I find my colour in the clouds of the sky;
life is beautiful, ever — no denying;
and in the morning dawn,
I wonder, watching, all day long…

I open my eyes, and I am flying in the sky;
you are everywhere, here.
With the melody of the winds, blowing high,
I gaze at this gazeless sky…

I look to the farther sky,
everything in miniature, potent in itself;
though far from dreams and reality,
the sky is raining with love today…