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The many, the masses,
never look upwards.
There is the sky, patterns,
and ceilings of Filigree up there.
The many, the masses,
looking towards nothing.
There.
Up there is where
I go often;
looking upwards,
when they look towards nothing.
an untouched soul waits
transient lovers pile up high
another sunset
she pens the sky a letter
a love letter to the hues
Clear cool winter sky
revealing hidden colours
only for my eyes
a confused sky sits
looking down at our folly
contemplating why
You have a way
of coming out of the grey
on a sad beautiful day like today.
complex blues moving
as we contemplate beauty
under the blue sky
Standing alone as
clouds move across the shy sky,
thinking of the way
the forest is like your soul
when the snow falls on me slowly.
The hills of green are visible far and wide, although, down here forever is blind.
The sky is shy today, as he decides that we all need a decent dose of grey without rain.
Winds flow through the castle which once housed our family and our loving hearts.
The sky knows what my heart feels, but he’s always been good at knowing my heart.
I travelled far and wide to try and escape the pain sitting heavily upon my heart as I miss you, yet I cannot keep going forever.
The sky tells the rain to hold off, and the rain orders the sky not to interfere; the sky and the rain grumble like a married couple in love.
Walking along the Kyle, I know the time is near; how wonderful it will be, after over one hundred years of your moods, you and I will meet again.
As the rain begins to fall, it seems the rain won the argument; perhaps I will win with you too.
cattle and horses sing
before the manger
starry moonlit sky
blue sky
you convince your
people, the sky is green
C & K 