YOUR SKY.

For your sky
I’ll take the truest sun,
And turn it to the smoothest face,
Shed of spots and solar flares,
And daring birds
To draw across.

There placed against
Azure skies,
Soft focus hung
With lightest wisps below,
And at each side,
As bridesmaid like,
The brightest belly rolls
And highest curls of sharp edged clouds
Will proudly wreath the centrepiece.

And when you wish
For colour’s kiss
I’ll drape the littlest rain mop
On one side
For sunlight’s stare
To look right thru a fine tuned corner,
And corona white
Will dive into a rainbow’s clothes,
And all the paints of creation
Will be applied
To your picture perfect sky.