On an iced December morning, so faded that it could be <br />Grey, but if you squint you see <br />It is really a divine shade of fairest cobalt. <br />Inhale the sky; crisp, exfoliating. <br /> <br />On a lazy July lunchtime, glistening with the heat <br />Of the day, enchantingly shimmering; <br />Reflected below with white foam. <br />It radiates life. <br /> <br />On a golden September afternoon; honeyed; <br />Your long shadow falling behind you, its silhouette flawless and desirably slender – <br />Tawny light that softens your features in flaxen heavens <br />Smile gently. <br /> <br />On any clear night, the orb of the sky draws your gaze <br />In an angular curve or a naïve sphere <br />And all the eternal cats’ eyes <br />Are tiny pinpoints in your web of despair. <br /> <br />So consider the sky <br />For it is perfect: <br />Much more so than anything beneath it.<br /><br />Maddi Eden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/above-6/
