The Sky

I once climbed to the top of the world and there I met the Sky. His words soft, warm and malleable as if from mountainous truth, free from disdain. He told me that he would never fall. Never change to dust. Never go back in time. Never become what he never was.

I never understood, per say, though I see what he meant. I'm passionate about many things and of love I want to learn. To see where the waves touch the land. To see my footprints follow me home.

This isn't a play on words, a Holiday tune to date.

But when I saw you speak, the words sliding from your lips a stillness came to be. I sat in the arch that your breeze drew. I waited in the hammock, swayed back and forth until I fell asleep.

Vivid dreams, realities, moments in between. Bated breath, quiet tides, warming rays, rippling the sand.

Not changing, the Sky remains, breathing, heart beating touching ocean, trees and Sun. He told, from a whim or from fate. He told me we were one.