SKY NOW

The sky wants me more now
than its violet evenings and
its scarlet mornings drifting
temporally toward wispy cloud families
ever did
what
with their
taking tennis picnic glee amidst the golden light's
transient preparatory air for lantern guided sights
some betraying the moving filmic moniker of a soft pink exterior
others speaking of silence in marine stillness floating milk interior
on rare days emerald may emerge
in the pm, pre the night's converge
the sky
oh why?
symphonic sonic bliss
how dearly it did miss
it's crying tears of condensation falling on our tin roof
bring peace to my ears aural illustration visuals aloof
and as I hurtle for the ground
my screams' inaudible sound
acapella for the sky
and she listen's so intently
till mother earth claims from lost and found
my conglomeration of cells
my wind resisted blue lapels
for the sky wants me more now
than its violet evenings and
its scarlet mornings drifting
ever did
when bound to mother ground