The sky is a painting
Unreal and too beautiful
Yet above me, it hangs
Just the same

Shades of bright blue
Cerulean, turquoise
Peeking out between
Streaks of pure white

Grey forms hover
Overhead, shifting
Moving on waves
Of wind

The ocean below
Follows restlessly behind
Churning and crashing
Against the shore

While on the horizon
Farther away
Bursts of yellow and pink
Tinge the mountains of cloud

The wind teases
My unyielding skin
Dull and solid
I send forth a wish

For the sun to illuminate
The cool breeze to penetrate
The cells of my body
Absorbing me

Into the sky