Skyward
Skyward turn my eyes and dream
The surface clouds,
Drifting in the blue,
Dispersing and reforming.
Amorphous by their nature,
The ether of emotions,
Summer white
Or thunder storming.
To you I tilt sequential,
Fractions and equations,
Priming of the heart,
Charging and imploring.
Skyward turn my eyes, and cry
Into the heavens,
My heart of hearts
For you is soaring.
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