for Meghan

 

Eyes enlightened to

The blue, you desire

To seek the truth,

That grey is only a

Blanket. That the

Air is clean high up

You know.

Set your sights,

You want the sky.

--

Accept gravity

And forces elevate

intensity.

Legs fold, Knees buckle

Under axels and axioms.

Nix the non-ethereal,

Accept the azure

And the antique

Heterogeneity,

The Sky.

--

Press canvas appendages

To the hot asphalt and

Lift away.

Twirl and leap through

The fluid air.

Alarms, car horns, cries

Cannot reach you there.

--

Cumulus encompass

Covering creativity in

Rich nourishing soil,

Confounding all thought

Of corruption.

Purity is made assurance

The Sky ensures.

--

Taste the atmosphere,

The blue is made

Of Witty colloquialism.

The eggshell is whipped

Cream wonderfully

Adourning. An accent

Of smooth flavor.

--

Spread your arms and

Brush your cheek along

The jet stream.

Let the warmth flow

Into your soul and relax

Your inspired bones.

--

Reach our smooth

Palms to the

Concave ocean above

You. Cup it in your

Hands.

Take it.

It is yours.