Weepers In The Sky

The skies wept as they gazed
into the  eyes of early morn
fore the risings on the edge
of a fall, err not to come sit by me

I have heard you wailing quietly
by the shores of lonely tears
forget not to let your portions
to always flow with the colossal

Slowly you slip from my fingers
while obliviousness carries you
unwittingly into a space of void
but remember me as the waters

Always will I sing you songs of tomorrow
to wallow tints of living colors
to your grey and flitting skies,
for these are weepers in the sky

They strolled eminence and beauty
across the great unknown, for love
carved your soul with the golden sun
in dote watched you open your eyes

 

© Rena Scribe 2015