Tuesday, May 2, 2023

The Speaking Sky

The speaking sky, in streaking sighs
Of hues that hum and harmonize
Its sleeping spies - our stars disguised
Adrift, still with, as dreamtime dies
Her asking eyes, wide open, wise
All knowing, probing - analyze
With birds that fly, so act as scribes
The words to serve and showcase by
Come clouds who cry, each weeping, "why?"
These wisps of lips must kiss goodbye
For sun makes might - does give us life
Each beam his means of screaming light