The Sky
I have rode the sky so many times in my life
I've lingered by a doorstep while the sunset
And the moon rose till the sunrise
Breaking overhead gave way to midday
My direction.
And I have played with shadows
And a young girl called out, "Daddy".
I have seen the sky when it was a grey whisper
Of a shadow caster
Barely enough light to raise a dawn
But it still light somehow
The day for whom the dawn cast forth her light
Gently. T. Paige
