Sky

Sky

A Poem by Mark

I never could touch
that blue and white illusion
so impossibly far.

But I have touched the Earth,
many times, getting dirty hands 
from Mother's touch.

And I'll never stop dreaming
imagining the sky feels like
the water, cool and clean.

I will believe and close my eyes
to see blue and white wash
over me.

The stars stop dancing on their
black stage, and stare at me
laughing where rain is made.

I never could touch the sky
but my faith wills me and
I am happy as I dance with you there.

© 2014 Mark


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Wonderful piece Mark, keep putting out the good stuff :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is such a soulful melody in verse. It is sad and yet beautiful at one and the same time.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you my friend :)
Mark. this reminds me of when as a child. After a hard rain there would be large puddles, reflecting the clouds. I would spend all play time walking those clouds..
What a beauty of a write and thank you for the smiles !

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Wow, what a beautiful image! Thank you for reading and sharing :)
Renée

10 Years Ago

What a beauty of a write you shared Mark ! ( :
This is very uplifting, we are grounded and still we reach. It is a beautiful poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you. Glad to see you stopping by. :)
This left a good feeling inside... thanks man.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Glad I good do that for you my friend>Thanks for stopping by.
A fascinating write; touching the sky and seeing life from a different perspective; I think you have touched the sky

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you for stopping by and reviewing.
''The stars stop dancing on their
black stage, and stare at me
laughing where rain is made''. beautiful lines and a very touching poem, so earthy too, well done

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you for stopping by! I"m glad you liked.
So lovely! I wonder what it does feel like...soft marshmallows and cobwebs, lol See, got me thinking, and yet, the last stanza suggests much more to just the sky...beautiful hon x

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thanks Poppy, and yes, it's a story about faith and imagination.
Because of the title, I'd cut "the sky" from the first stanza. Add a comma after "And I'll never stop dreaming" Thanks for sharing!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Yes I like your suggestions. Thank you. :)
I never could touch the sky
but my faith wills me and
I am happy as I dance with you there.

Those are my best lines, thank you for the RR mark. I enjoyed reading

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on January 11, 2014
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