The Moving Sky

The night clears out and I see

A sight that doesn't fail to move me

Clouds against an azure blue

Then a powdery sapphire too

The blue contains the blazing sun

Till the day is almost done

A dull grey behind a setting orb

Decked with orange purple daubs

A mysterious blue black it fades into

That holds in it (or just seems to)

The choicest jewels strewn around

To be carefully hidden in the morn

Then the wind paints in cloudy hues

And with these clouds the sky too moves

It moves, changes and carries me along

It fills me with a moving song

From my cozy spot in the park,

where I lie till it gets dark,

A thought gently knocks on my door

And I wonder on the grassy floor.

Something that only the eye can see,

That in truth is just fantasy

That which I can't feel and touch

Can touch and move me oh so much

An illusion, a show, a magic trick

Is that all it really is?

Maybe. But it still is magical