# 8: A lover of skies

For a lover of skies,

Up above is always a marvel,

Night or day, hot or cold,

With cotton-like clouds or plain smooth as marble.

For a lover of skies,

There’s more than just colour blue,

A lover knows there can be reds and greys,

As well as yellows, all in different hues.

For a lover of skies,

Stars are more than plain constellations,

They’re also dull and shiny, far and close,

Clouds are spidery or fluffy...

Much more than what appears above single nations.

For a lover of skies,

Clouds are not cirrus or cumulous,

They are spidery, or fluffy enough,

To appear as a dragon or a children’s omnibus.

For a lover of skies,

The moon is never waxing or waning,

It is a spotted beauty, to be sought, each night,

In any direction, in any shape, without naming.

The skies have birds and planes and spaceships,

And things unknown that rise,

There’s always more than meets the eye,

For a lover of skies.

Skies have rainbows too...

Up in the sky...

The always downcast look

Moves towards the sky,

With rolling thunder, clouds

And rain, way up too high.

Majestic, a scarce beauty

She sees up above,

Watches what was once clear blue

Turn dark, swirling with love.

Fixated, she watched one

Dark dragon, emanating black fire,

Spread its wings over white-gold foam

Chase a grey lion, even up higher.

Another comes, shakes her

Back to ground, she sighs,

It had felt so heavenly, had fed her

Fantasies, she had loved those sights.

They stepped in the wet

Trod careful little steps,

Her focus now shifted, to

The muck, it might spoil her dress.

But the magic hadn't gone

A drop landed on her forehead,

Again she stopped, looked above

Letting the other move ahead.

There, mystified she stood

To fathom the beauty,

The dark, bright shades mixed

In pure joy, ecstasy, harmony.

A metal bird crossed

Her area of scrutiny, she stared,

In awe as it flew undeterred 

While she stood, as it poured, hardly cared.

The other turned back, gently took her hand

Wiped her tears along with the smears,

She smiled, lingered at the magical sky

Just for another while, back with happy tears. 

This attempt at a poem is to describe what I saw and how I felt while I was mystified with the beautiful sky! I just love the sky, for reasons I can't fathom. I mean, I even love photographing the sky, especially when it's cloudy. It's been raining for the past two days and I've felt overwhelmed with all the feelings it gives me. It's just magical. :) 

Also, this overwhelming feeling is because I have finals next week and you know how I get when I have exams. I can do any-crazy-thing but study. I mean, you know how I've been saying over and over and over how I can't just write poems but I feel like it and come up with one (however silly), when I feel this way. I haven't even figured myself out yet. C'mon people! Even if you didn't like the poem, wish me luck, no? Considering I haven't studied a thing yet. Good luck works! :D