Give me a sky
Of bright blue
With puffy clouds
A blinding sun
Give me a sky
Of deep black
With pinprick lights
A pallid moon
Give me a sky
Of dark grey
With lightning white
A heavy rain
Give me a sky
Of thick orange
With spots of red
A setting sun
Give me the sky
Little symphonies
Ever dancing ’round my head
Songs both glad and blue
Shadows whisper secrets false
Clawing at my soul, they laugh
Gnawing at my heart, they sneer
Circling round my head, they lie.
That I may hear the truth and see them out.
From silence grows music
From death grows life
From nothing grows all
Falling from on high
Spinning in eddies of wind
Stunning
Perfect
Constructed with utmost care
Gone in a moment
Light to dark
It happens so quickly sometimes
Each day flowing to the next
Never slowing
Never halting
No time for a breath
The trees, the strings
The wind, the horns
The birds, the flutes
My heart, the drums
Smells of ink and paper
Filling up my senses
Stories full of heroes
Fantasies and legends
Sounds of distant battles
Rage upon my eardrums
Heroes’ hellish horrors
Play across the pages
Yet there is a freedom
Hiding in these epics
Simpleness can be found
If you know to look.
I want to look down
Upon rivers and forests
To climb grand mountains
As the sun shines in
I gaze out in endless awe
At the sparkling snow
A Poem A Day 