Bthe Sky Poem by Barry A. Lanier

I look up and often dream of the sky
Yet it escapes me, don't really know why?
Maybe countless sheets of eternal blue
Or in late evenings a crimson hue

Early morning skies interrupted by travelers
Jetting the horizon, making morning's run
As silver streaks across cutting ribbons
Magnified by tints of the morning sun

Blue silk skies light my soul's lamp in the morning
Sunset skies lifting my spirits every dusk
In you somehow I can see new beginnings
In your stillness, I 've learned to trust

As twilight etches out pink rapture
Again, stillness ushers in night's dew
Lingering lights now melt the horizon
Reminding of love I once knew.