Dear sky

when was it that you chose to walk into my soul

clear a few dark clouds to park your sunshine

and decided to stay on causing bright smiles

to bloom on a face given to fantasies

peeping into eyes much given to daydreams

and sleepwalking in the mornings

what made you choose me

of all the beautiful lives around

so that tears and joys have since

divided a heart into equal portions

with some mischief and hope thrown in

that I wonder if I am floating by

or just living on

really!!!

yeah really so!!!

so much so that if death were to come by

without formalities of invitation or notice

I might just walk behind head stooped in newbride’s blush

meek and ready, take me, I am yours, I would sure tell him

yeah really

really so!!!