painting the sky

I watch the falcon
swooping across sweetly
shimmering clouds
in a taut blue sky
and wonder once more
at how solitary he seems.

But perhaps I am wrong,
and the song he sings
is echoed by a thousand
blissful voices
praising an eternity
of expanding hope.

So stretch my soul
across your dreams,
my one and only love,
and carry me skyward
to paint the heavens
in ever brighter days.

7 thoughts on “painting the sky

    • Cheers, Jay. I agree. In fact, I have occasionally come across photography blogs here on WP that share gorgeous imagery of the bird kingdom. And let’s face it–birds are excellent metaphors for poets and writers.

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s