skies
the sky has ivory hands, winking eyes, a smile shining brightly.
it caresses me with its gentle rain and brings me to life with its fierce gales.
people tell me "get your head out of the clouds." but i cannot.
the sky blinks at their cold hearts and it makes me pity them. they arent blind,
they are too focused on their busy lives to notice the descent of the sun and the song of the moon.