I would give anything to look at the ebb and flow
of the blue sky
and think with naïve wonderment, such as you did
that face-value
is all that exists in the universe, that sky is the limit
think of me
when you think of the sky with mundane myopia
of my smiles
and of my tinkering laugh, isn't that all of my being
it cannot be
think of the darkness of space, the vastness of death
think of me
with that vacuous face, as vacuous as the part higher
than the sky
as the breathtaking sunset, star-lit night, bright 'morn
but don't forget
Earth's sky exists because of the unknown, of cold vexation
from space