Nov 08

A Sunset in a Stolen Sky

I am reading my book, 
in a flowered rocking chair,
a vast world around me.
And that's when I see it.
in a blue sky.
A constantly blue sky.
Perhaps it was taken from the other colors.
Perhaps the blue just wanted to be seen,
to be known,
but it has stolen too much.
It has stolen far too much.
We don't want to look above and find a sea.
We want to look above and find a sky. 
But can we change such things?
I am afraid,
we can not. 
But that is alright,
because at moments,
at truly particular moments,
you might be lucky enough
to find a sunset,
in this captured,
stolen sky.