It's ethereal,
the way the sky paints itself.
Some days,
it is a crystal blue,
clear and serene,
As if spring had come and never left.
Some days,
it is a raging gold and orange,
fierce and brave,
as if passion itself was set ablaze.
And some days,
it is a mournful grey,
somber and morose,
as if weeping for the world it looks upon.
But I love those skies
that look like they're singing you a lullaby.
Those skies that glow with the spectrum
after troubled storms.
Those velvet skies
that are hued with shades that exist
outside our meager imagination.
Those ethereal skies
that make me think
of cherry blossoms and butterflies.
And when I stop for a moment
to look up at the heavens,
I am filled with wonder.
Because these skies,
they fill me with hope
and reignite those romanticized ideals
that have run aground
in the sands of tedium and monotony.
And I know that someday
when this world is gone and washed away,
these skies will still remain
with our wishes painted on.
The Beauty Of The Sky
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Ethereal Skies
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Meghan L Wong
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Published by Family Friend Poems August 2020 with permission of the Author.
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