Sky

There is a sky that is not “our” sky, which covers me tonight
Where once stars hung in ideal align, glowing softest light

Now boasts a blanket of midnight blue, and sparks that never die

Tis here upon a grassy knoll, where I gaze up as I lie

Searching for familiar, rather found the skies gave birth

A brand new sky, my very own, Twas heaven’s view from earth  

There was a time, while embraced, I’d peer up in the dark

And see the sky that was our sky, its contrast ever stark

                                                                                                                                 

Pressed against me, breathing softly, longing-don’t let go

But only in the quietness of my heart’s secret hoping so

Twas there, that first I saw “our sky” in majestic splendor

And then I wished upon a star, for all that stars could render

Had then I knew what I should wish, I’d opted for my own

My perfect sky, with twinkling stars, countless, brightly shown


As quickly as a night sky fades, it seemed that so shall you
But I'll not fret, though breathless still, I've quite a splendid view


Never clearer, nor more serene this new night sky of mine

Take with you "ours", I have my own and truly, it's divine

Lisa Bennett (c) 8-2010