Typical Sky.
When beneath the trees, calm shadows incarnate,
Damp land scents and cool vapors bloom,
He dances with the silent white lilies,
Humming mellow songs and tunes.
Nobody watches, nobody talks to him,
Only the dancing lilies sometimes,
The novels he read that
he mumbled to the tree.
I'm the sky watching him all day long,
His loneliness and pretty stories I listen
gets better and newer every day.
My feet can never touch that land I wish to stand on.
I've watched him cry,
send down rain to wash his tears.
So while he had a nightmare,
I let the sun rise.
He thinks my stars are his beloved,
I smiled but clasped them tight.
He peeks from the spaces between the leaves,
I knew not why.
The purple mist of my memories,
The crimson evenings in my heart,
The dark blue oceans of night
and pink blooming dawns have
all known the pleasure and pain
of serving mankind.