Spoken

Skies

"when I look to the sky, something tells me you're here with me. you make everything all right." -Train.

my head lies on a cushion of grass,

and my eyes fixate on the sky above me,

a never-ending ceiling,

a vast roof above my head.

the stars wink at me as

they hold hands,

drawing pictures in the sky.

the moon waves to me,

embracing me with his accepting arms.

but my smile isn't as wide as it could be.

in the place I live,

where polaris is

at a forty degree altitude,

I can't see the multitude of colors

dancing a flamboyant tango;

the aurora borealis.

and more importantly,

I can't see the one thing that makes my world

brighter than any moon;

you.

but one day,

we'll both be lying on a bed of grass,

and I'll be wearing a daisy in my hair.

we'll watch the northern lights,

and wink back at the stars.

but for now,

I'll look to the sky,

and dreaming of you will make

my smile widen more than anything

in the heavens above.