Look Up

You see the sky when you look for hope
The hope that the cool breeze will hit your warm face
On a hot sky lit by the afternoon light

You look up at the sky when your imagination is running free
You look to the clouds to see crazy things in your imagination
Like a zoo for the day dreamer or the wisher

You look at the sky to see the stars dancing around the evening sun
The evening skies are the most gorgeous thing to a painter
The sky paint’s it’s own painting with the colors of the heavens

by Thomas Hurley

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Comments (5)

Endless marvels of life and eternity. Congrats on modern poet of the Day.
The sound of your voice.... thanks for sharing....
a lovely sad poem of far better to have loved and lived than not loved at all? even though that love never died.
Inside me. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks for sharing, Robert