early morning sky
new dreams become ambitions
beyond the moon and stars
sky
morning sky
morning sky fresh flinted
dew or the memory of yesterday’s rain
waiting and watching and watching and waiting
and finally the sunrise
clouds chalk lines
clouds chalk lines in the sky blue sky
the wind has dropped but the palms still sway
the birds are silent
and now the sky is grey
in silence we watched
in silence we watched the storm of birds
stitch the tattered sky together
as the sun slid down behind the hills
stars shone through the spaces they had missed
A different sky
The country has a different sky tonight; a thicker cloud of stars before the sun has softly sunk. The country has a different sound tonight; birdsong, carefree free-hearted laughter. The country has a different taste tonight; sweetly spiced and cool fresh water. The country is different from itself tonight and there is no explanation.
birds reflected
birds reflected in the gutter
looping between our heads and the clouds
a wing’s breadth of existence revealed
in your eyes
in your eyes
I see stars
in the skies
the sky is burning
the sky is burning
I hold your hand
You left me flowers
You left me vases of flowers that did not die
A lemon yellow sun in the cobalt sky
A written instruction I was never to cry
All I wanted was to unhear goodbye
rain washed blue
rain washed blue skies grey
castle battlements shining
my thoughts are autumn
simonsalento 