A Poem
Blue Skies Steve....
A long winter must come
Before life returns to green.
Now all is grey and drab,
Cruel, lifeless and mean.
Only above is there color,
In air so clear it taunts.
But I avoid the brightness.
I don't have what it wants.
Still the blue sky waits
For its friend to come out and play.
To hear his excited plans
To totally seize the day.
A blue Arizona morning
Saw him first long ago.
And a blue Arizona evening
Was there when it was time to go.
His blue eyes twinkled
At jokes both bad and good.
His blue college colors
Only a few really understood.
Still the blue sky waits
For its friend to come out and play.
To hear his excited plans
To totally seize the day..
Am I jealous of the blue sky
For all the things it shared?
Or am I just sorry
For the things I never dared?
Clouds should come
And cover up the blue
The sky should find others
That can appreciate its hue.
But still the blue sky waits
For its friend to come out and play.
To hear his excited plans
To totally seize the day.