I see the sky crack open
And try to paint it closed with starlight,
But lo and behold it does not wish
To mend itself tonight,
And as it falls so gracefully,
I watch the sea lap at the city's ticklish toes.
Serene as ever, but still deep with mischief,
The sea plays with the city until it is bright with light
Of laughter and joy
Until it decides if it should sleep this night.
Sonewhere in the distance sits something,
What? Nobody knows,
But it sits there in waiting,
Like a sanguine sentinel, somehow hopeful.
And mark my words,
The cracking sky opens, opals
Pouring from an endless beyond
Just to shake hands with a never ending sea.
It is how the sky reaches out to the sea:
For once, just once,
I wish it would reach for me.
