Love letters for the sky
Poetry in celebration of the sky, as an attempt to capture the wonder I feel for it’s ever changing landscape that is present through our lives in both mundane and bigger life moments, helping us realise our significance and our insignificance, our everything and our nothingness.
How can you exist
to so many eyes and ears
across so many days and years
ever steady, ever here
and yet so very very new
in each unfolding moment
with your thousand possibilities
of blue and gold and grey
and wet and cold
and split by rays
and brightly quiet
swept away by dusty clouds
or light with showers
thunder loud
or turning in a dark abyss
or itched with bird song
dust pink kissed
One way to let go
Lying low on grass at dusk
the earth beneath our backs
Let’s watch smoke climb
become the sky
as it reels through
blue to pink to blue to black
I don’t feel much at all
but I wonder if that’s the trick
Nothing but a quietness of mind
and the blush within my chest
as we forget ourselves and
dissolve into the flow of time
The sky lives inside me
There’s a riddle in my chest
that greets the bird that beats
its way across my path
with fluttered wings
that wind their way
across the earth
and through the wind
that holds the bird
and calls in riddles
to the flutter in my chest
How can you exist
to so many eyes and ears
across so many days and years
ever steady, ever here
and yet so very very new
in each unfolding moment
with your thousand possibilities
of blue and gold and grey
and wet and cold
and split by rays
and brightly quiet
swept away by dusty clouds
or light with showers
thunder loud
or turning in a dark abyss
or itched with bird song
dust pink kissed
One way to let go
Lying low on grass at dusk
the earth beneath our backs
Let’s watch smoke climb
become the sky
as it reels through
blue to pink to blue to black
I don’t feel much at all
but I wonder if that’s the trick
Nothing but a quietness of mind
and the blush within my chest
as we forget ourselves and
dissolve into the flow of time
The sky lives inside me
There’s a riddle in my chest
that greets the bird that beats
its way across my path
with fluttered wings
that wind their way
across the earth
and through the wind
that holds the bird
and calls in riddles
to the flutter in my chest
wondering if the future is a
changing breeze or a steady sky
sometimes I try to take a photo of the wind
but all I find is backdrop blue sky
so still and so high and sometimes
I try to hold a gust in the fist of my hand
to give to you
but by the time I open it
all we find are the lines in my palms
like the tracks of a tiny animal
so delicate and sacred they scare us
For the big blue
This is a love letter to the one
who breathes in every beating moment
and exhales seamlessly
to expand into the next,
gently to the rise and fall of my chest.
Whose blues and golds are never far to see,
framed like art between the trees
or patched in passing in the leaves.
And yet I could reach out and up
and out and up and never touch you.
You who holds us
in the day and in the night,
from life to death,
through every breath,
in your perfect cocoon,
your perfect sphere that disappears
and becomes shapeless in my fingertips.
The one who never sleeps
but lays out the secrets of the universe
to cradle us and map the way to new beginnings.
Whenever, wherever,
this is a love letter to
the possibility of forever.
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changing breeze or a steady sky
sometimes I try to take a photo of the wind
but all I find is backdrop blue sky
so still and so high and sometimes
I try to hold a gust in the fist of my hand
to give to you
but by the time I open it
all we find are the lines in my palms
like the tracks of a tiny animal
so delicate and sacred they scare us
For the big blue
This is a love letter to the one
who breathes in every beating moment
and exhales seamlessly
to expand into the next,
gently to the rise and fall of my chest.
Whose blues and golds are never far to see,
framed like art between the trees
or patched in passing in the leaves.
And yet I could reach out and up
and out and up and never touch you.
You who holds us
in the day and in the night,
from life to death,
through every breath,
in your perfect cocoon,
your perfect sphere that disappears
and becomes shapeless in my fingertips.
The one who never sleeps
but lays out the secrets of the universe
to cradle us and map the way to new beginnings.
Whenever, wherever,
this is a love letter to
the possibility of forever.
