Treasure Island

Adam M. Snow

(5/30/1988 / Phoenix, AZ)

Under the Innocent Sky


Under the innocent sky,
ever serene and fair.
Beauty is the stars on high,
taking away our despair.

Ever so silent it can be,
with still a melody that can be heard.
Close your eyes imagine free,
with wings stretched wide, like a morning bird.

Soaring through the dark blue sky,
ever serene and fair;
joining with the stars on high,
feeling the wind between your hair.

Even though the dream's not true,
we can still admire from afar,
the beauty the sky, so dark and blue,
and the many dancing stars.

Submitted: Saturday, June 29, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013

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