The sky and I have so much in common.
We shine out bright light
Through star shaped holes
Punched in the cobalt blue
Of our celestial bodies.
When birds cry out
We reflect their resonate tones
Back to kiss the earth once more
Their silken feathers
Slipping through our vaporous oceans.
We are so courageous, this sky and I.
That we can hold both the sun and moon
In perfect and steady balance
The great cycles of equinox and solstice
Hula hoop dancers through the ages.
We rub our voluptuous bellies
Beckoning the life of leaves
All plant beings growing and vining
Climbing and clambering
Towards our sweet soundless selves.
We wear silken breezes.
We weave clouds and cumulous in our hair
Rolling over mountain peaks
We cascade the way waterfalls do
With no one around to see us sway.
The first and last rays of solar sunshine.
Beckoning the eyes of the earthen ones
To gaze upon our miraculous beauty
They part their lips so slight
Their breath gifted to greater things.
We are the realms of which the cricket sings.
Our warm embrace hugs the planet
Some call us astronomical
We keep the fine line
Between spaciousness and three dimensions.
We are both skywalkers.
Turquoise and teal radiance
Total eclipses expanding outwards
In color therapy and other ways
That beckon sighs and heart songs.
We are but sisters, the sky and I.
- Autumn Rose -