The Sky

Love-full, and pondering,
with a desire to fill everything,
I look through the air — you,
the sky — I dream, day and night.
I could draw it in my notebook,
but it fills instead with feelings of you;
so far, yet so close to me,
the sky sketches everything I want. (cloudy)

My lost selves are in you,
love and the lover, gazing at me;
I am scared, and I look to you to calm me —
the sky, so far above, always with me. (white sky)

Slowly moving with the storm,
I am looking every way to say,
there it is — where are you? — but I know;
the sky, falling before me. (dark cloud)

Blank as you may be,
still I see so much blue in you,
infinite to gaze and stare upon —
the sky, after rain, so clear.

Moving into each other, and lost into one,
having lost you, I wonder;
I think of what I see — love, and destruction —
the sky: so futuristic, so prophetic.