Thoughts on the Swing

When I look up at the Sky

When I look up at the sky
And the clouds are gray
I close my eyes for raindrops
That might not come.

When I look to the sky
and it seems as a painting
I look to the edges of clouds
For the whisps of truth

When I look to the sky
The sun feels warm as it burns
well into the evening I feel it
As the evening wind chills me

When I look up to the sky
I see the edges of my dreams
The brilliance of hope in a wind
And a fragile conclusion in the sunset.

For Misha
Love Papa
June 21, 2020

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