Sky

by poemsfromatexan

Blue,blue purplish waves that spin into a perpetual wave of intensity,

Insanity of gazes that shoot through phases of apathetic crazes that is,

Is whatever we mean for it to be, mean for it to see, hiding yet to seek,

Heaven, clouds, infinity beyond, buzzing along light years of childhood, what fun,

As those who past adulthood clutch to childlike wanderings, discerning majesty beneath,

The sky the top of heap, forever raising arms and yet forever out of reach