One Evening I Sat Under The Sky To Think... Poem by white dove

One evening I sat,
Under the sky to think.
So engrossed was I,
That I forgot to blink.

A thick layer of clouds,
Blanketed the sky,
And all across the blanket
A fire spread, up high.

Soon I discovered,
My mind went numb.
My thoughts become blind,
My thoughts became dumb.

I could only feel the breeze,
Running through my hair.
I could only feel the warmth
All around me there.

And when I looked up,
The fire had seized
And the clouds burnt pink
Like living charcoals breathed.

The birds chirped around,
The crickets sang
And somewhere at a distance
The temple bells rang.

I swallowed in the noisy peace
Till it filled my mind.
I drank in the fiery scene
Till that made me blind.

And as the darkness silenced
The charcoal clouds
The voices of the night
Started growing loud.

And then I remembered
I did sit down to think,
Under the fiery skies
That later turned pink.

One evening I sat
Under the sky to think,
And got what I needed
Without a blink.