The Sky Has A View Of Us All

The sky in truth does, and sometimes I wish I could

see what it sees of me. It might show me an expression

of myself I only wish I knew about, one I could have

learned about when I was ten or twenty.

-A Sky Remembers How-

     (as seen in Cacoethes)

Fly high, up further,
Amid a milky sky, a dream of
Blue wings invisible.

Sky carry me on,
Wings bring near silky sly sweet
Space so divisible.

Clouds appear upon me,
Weight on my chest, I could use some rest,
Let me swirl on you cloud.

Skin cools so high,
Rain streams wash, a wind, my name,
A microburst is criminal.

Oh heavenly moments,
Did you come and go, we may never know,
It's the sky that knows how.