Poem to the Sky

I came across the idea for this poem while I was playing tennis under the beautiful Arizona sky this afternoon. It's just for fun and I whipped it out in about fifteen minutes--enjoy!
(As you might notice, it sort of ended up as a cross between almost a prayer and a love poem. Safe to say that, after reading/writing this poem, I would certainly be flattered if someone called me their sky.)



Poem to the Sky


You are endless and always near,
Painted in shapes and colors
That are always changing,
Moving,
Dancing.
You are my sky.

You are many things at once,
And yet
At moments, you are none of them at all.
These things adorn you, embellish you,
But never would anyone declare
That they define you.
You are everything,
All at once and never, forever.
You are my sky.

You are the one dirction that everyone can find
Without being told--
The center that touches everyone
Even from a distance.
In places you are fiercely aflame,
In moments of beauty that loyally startle.
And in places your colors are murky,
And harsh,
And dark.
These colors let others paint you,
Even though you are a mystery to them,
To us, to all.
You brighten and orient our lives
Even as it is our nature to never fully understand you.
You are my sky.

You are impure with clouds and smoke and creatures,
But your purity was never where
Your value lied.
You are you,
Forever you,
unto yourself
Because you are made of everything;
By contact and seeing,
It is all a part of you.
We are all a part of you,
Even as we are made partly of you.
You are my sky.

You make us light in the day,
And give us pin pricks of stars in the night.
Ever changing,
You are constant and
Unblemished and
Uneven and
Beautiful.
You are the one thing that no one
Would dream to change.
Even when you are hidden,
You are simply more near.
You are my sky.

You are all around us
In every direction.
Below,
Above,
All around.
We are surrounded by you.
But we always know you are above,
For that is the height of your greatness.
You are my sky.

You are that prize we reach for,
With the distinct intent of never equalling.
Endless and seamless,
You caress us and give us space and strength--
Give me strength.
You are my sky.