An Ode to the Sky
Skies are just an illusion,
clouds the transient mood of dressing,
and infinity the yield of perception,
hidden behind that beauteous veil of blue;
how I get lost in vast blue hues,
faint moons and sunlight arcs
as reality stark keeps the heavens
in place.
And as moods predict,
swollen dark clouds can penetrate my thoughts,
and lowly I feel cut off from that freedom,
that perception of endless signs,
planets and cosmos so vast,
I cannot fathom beginnings or ends,
simply the ongoing timelessness
of being.
Then as night evokes the ruse,
and clarity steps into view,
eternal night reveals those interminable thoughts,
and wonder haunts a mind
lacking the capacity of knowing,
the resolve of understanding the extent of life,
woven within an omniscient framework
of perfection.
Despite the illusion I adore the skies,
a vast and beautiful canopy,
and beyond it a plethora of knowledge awaits,
as I reach in plea for enlightenment,
and in all its beauty and transformations,
I imbibe its soul to understand,
the process of which I am a part, that
of existence.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Oh! how I love this verse, Tony. I so understand your beautiful words – the last few days the sky has been gorgeous here, sometimes with interesting clouds. Yet, it is the cloudless nights when I feel like soaring up into the star-filled universe to discover the infinite wisdom, the beauty of it all. Lovely work, dear poet.
Much appreciated Phyllis, you know me and clouds, I feel I must write about the subject often. So pleased you enjoyed it my friend.
Clouds and the forever blue is a constant theme in my novels Tony. Enjoyed this very much.
Cheers my friend, glad you enjoyed it.