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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The metaphor in this is so sublime that I had to read and reread a few times, such was the pure delight. "Never stop dreaming" ... or writing ..:) Justine

Posted 10 Years Ago


great stanzas. they all evoke emotions. it's brilliant read forwards and backwards. touching the sky is something we all aspire to.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Very nice poetic structure... All of the verses flowed together almost as if it were a sonnet. Good write.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Cool, elegant triplets here, reserved and quiet. Like the way you place the pre-verbial adverb in the line I never could....Fine poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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

And there it is … the faith is in the grasping.

Posted 10 Years Ago


A delicate piece that strings together beautifully, well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you Thomas :)
Good to desire to dance with the sky.
"And I'll never stop dreaming
imagining the sky feels like
the water, cool and clean."
Good dreams and goals are what we need to peace and balance. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote



Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote. :)
The feel of longing and wondering with a faith that it will all be worthwhile and achievable. Nice reflective Piece Mark!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

Thanks much John :)
An enchanted dance you've pen'd here Mark, another luverly write.

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

That stanza could stand alone...love it!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

thank you :) I"m glad you like!
Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Love when you show your soft underbelly. ;-)
Mark

10 Years Ago

Real men don't mind. :)

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