A Canvas Blue
Originally written July 2012, self-published online November 2021 after editing
Every morning we arise to a sky painted orange
Clouds tinted red
And a sun with golden, outstretched arms
Every evening we lie down to a canvas painted anew
A cloud-cover of the day’s leftovers
Throughout the world, one thing remains constant
The sky; ever-present, everlasting, ever-knowing
She sees everything that happens on this little bauble of ours
And turns our starlight from another world’s perspective
Not yellow, not red
But a pale and pleasant blue
Every day her face changes different
And every day she tells a new story
The emotions of the heavens are drawn across the sky
Each detail only a moment’s pause
The clouds run on an ever-present belt
A belt that rolls them into wondrous shapes and magnificent patterns
They play and sing amongst the treetops
They dance and cry at the tops of our great peaks
But the world keeps on going, spinning, living
Painted just beyond our heads