You could lose yourself in the endless skies,
Drowning in an ocean of sighs
The last rays of the sun lilting by
As you float up above in the sky.
Molten gold as if painted with ichor
And the wind roaring, like summer’s laughter
Playing with your hair and stroking your face
As you stand there and stare away in space.
The valediction of the sky to the sun,
A night of separation from its companion,
The all encompassing blues,
Light up into a million hues.