The Sky

The clouds thundered and mind wandered

in that solitary rainy nights to those misty thoughts

the smell of damp earth and pounding heart beats

I saw the sky, dark yet with a gracious poise,

reflecting me and my cup of tea.

 

There is a mountain, there is a forest and there is a sea

all of which the sky held close, with love and care

with blankets and roses, contrasting them

like her love, like her life…like my life.

 

The bold mountain rose high, stands, piercing the sky…no, growing

the drifting clouds passing by

its strength causing thunders, showers and later serenity;

A bold serenity.

 

The fresh and green forest, lives, gently tickling the sky.. no, nourishing

the drifting clouds passing by

its energy causing a pleasant wind, dance and later havoc;

A bold havoc.

 

The blue and deep sea, waves, blurring boundaries of the sky…no, merging

the drifting clouds passing by

its vastness causing a dangerous tide and later profundity;

A bold profundity.

 

But the sky is a bird, flying around and around

free..I thought

not bothered nor realising the mountain, the forest or the sea

buoyant…I thought

not scared of the serenity, havoc or the profundity

fearless.. I thought

And letting those bright rays to shine, no matter what

strong…I thought

 

But alas..how wrong I am…how very wrong.