The Way of the Sky

Subtle changes, sudden rages, this is the way of the sky. 

It wakes from its sleep to viciously reap the limbs that are no longer strong; 

at other times it seems content to collapse upon the earth and cry. 

Now, however, it sits placidly, like a child who can do no wrong.

A distant sky, like the skin of a peach, a backdrop for silvery clouds.

The first evening stars, glittering eyes, wrapped in their twilight shroud.

The sun has set, gone off to bed, and left only empty spaces,

Places for dreaming and loving and scheming and in the dark, wide eyes

For this is the beauty, the nature, the gift

This is the way of the sky.



14 years old

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