It is the sky
brilliant and far away
studded with frail clouds
and smokey airplane trails
weaving a quilt of traveling memories
purest blue
warmth and life and golden breaths
of sunshine
It is the sky that changes
to listless nighttime
stars and planets and winking lights
the crying moon the black trees stitched into shadows
there is a scream
somewhere in the darkness
the cool breezes peek by
It is the sky
streaked with angry blood and yellow sweat
when the sun goes down
like a birthing mother silently bearing
her child into the world
It is the sky that weeps
when the world is parched
cascading tears from stormy eyes
onto the land
the barren land
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