Dreaming of blue
Does the sky dream too?
Of days when it stretched endlessly above us,
while we wandered beneath its calm embrace.
Does it miss its color-
that quiet, steady blue,
soft as a breath, deep as a sigh?
And what of its friends?
The drifting clouds- cirrus, stratus -
shapeshifters that invite us to gaze upward,
to find stories in the sky.
It’s been so long since we’ve seen that blue.
I wonder if it dreams of us too-
of children running wild and free beneath it,
of lovers bathed in its sunset pink light,
of sailors chasing new horizons,
of nature waiting for our care.
It’s been a while since we’ve seen that blue,
and I wonder if it will ever be true.
Take a breath.
Look up.
Let the sky remind you-
how small we are beneath something so infinite.
