Everyone wants a piece of the sky
Someone told me in a dream
The dome of blue blanketed them
As they lie in green grass
This hand pulled away from that one
(And in a quiet solitude,
that hand slowly moved to that side)
This ached for more than that
Then, someone, somewhere, said it
Everyone wants a piece of the sky
This they know from quiet solitude
To want more is to touch the sky
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
Everyone wants a piece of the sky
Someone told me in a dream
The dome of blue blanketed them
As they lie in green grass
This hand pulled away from that one
(And in a quiet solitude,
that hand slowly moved to that side)
This ached for more than that
Then, someone, somewhere, said it
Everyone wants a piece of the sky
This they know from quiet solitude
To want more is to touch the sky