I’m feeling morose,
but for the most part, I know
it will go away tomorrow–
this feeling that time is flying by
and I am only dazzeled by the sky
when it is full of clouds.
Because when the sky is clear
I too clearly see what lies in front, to the sides or behind me.
But when the clouds are up to whatever they care to be
I feel, when I look, like it’s only Infinity and me.
No one can hurt or chide or scorn someone who’s got her eyes turned up
and out. The sky makes one feel as if all that is out there, is actually in.
But have you ever tried to hold a cloud in your arms and sing lullabies
to the fleeting wind that floats them away before you can tuck a Mare’s Tail blanket under their chin?
A cloud, no matter how brightly it reflects the sun
can never hold your hand, or sing a song that you once taught her, to one of her own.
In 1984, a star fell from that very sky, and brought to me, a daughter.
The tune, by, Earth, Wind and Fire, Shining Star, got me through labor.
I still sing those words, though it is dark without her for company.
“Shining star for all to see what this life can truly be.”
You are a shining star and the sky is not empty.
Cloudy or clear night or day, when I look at the sky,
not only do I remember from whence you came,
but I remember holding you, tender and near,
before any of my stupid mistakes
made my daughter, my sunshine, only seem to disappear.
i know you are there. Somewhere. Shining for someone,
for all to see,
what this life can be.
asingingtree 