On a random sunny afternoon, sometimes thoughts, ideas, musings from the past, present and future merge as you look skyward. The deepest blue sky and potent yellowy sun start to speak to you in rhyme. So you close your eyes and respo9nd in kind…maybe with something like this…
Sitting in the afternoon sun
I breathe deeply with heat on my back
Not a cloud my eyes can see
My pet dog lies strewn with comfort
The trees sway this way and that
Their shadow cast spookily across my lawn
A small insect escapes the blades
As I watch it struggling to find a path
To dream as I do
It only happens when the sky is eternally blue
A cool breeze refuses to share it’s energy
And supply me, my dog with sufficient air
To feel my dreams develop beyond
An horizon that is impossible to view
How the mind works to supply hope
To those who dare to dream
When sky becomes eternally blue
Radiating heat from the sun
Splatters on my face
On my back on my neck
It’s the suns way of a loving embrace
Yes I dream still of nothing
Into the eternal blue yonder
To find no answers as such
Light years from perdition
I hope and can only wonder
Enjoying the reflective glare
Squinting with delight not derision
My blue sky that is above me;
Could it mean I’m looking;
Directly into the heavens?
A star; yes the celestial being
A yellow ball of sublime heat
And perfunctory light
I sit here to worship your power
With every bone and sinew
The blue sky motivates the thinker
Metastasises the brain like an engine
Churns thoughts, hopes, the unseen shadow
Eyes open wide now as the truth
Waits for you unbidden
