Sky

Sky short poem

Photo by jimyhuang

I am in love with the infinite space that you provide.
The calm found after each second anxiety ceases to exist, revealing that all will be fine.
An invisible duct of constant wonder.
You never cease to amaze me.
Your unpredictablely shy.
First appearing, then disappearing. Mere clouds following the sound of your voice.
Revealing more and more about yourself, not knowing where to end.
I love that about you.
The fountain of youth found in the dimple of your smile.
Forever found in the throb of my heart.
Tucking me into a blanket of complete comfort.
Leaving everything out in the open the loose strings and fabric.
Tucking me in, never minding the weather.
Dividing your goodnight kiss across my head.

You are my sky and with you I plan to do nothing but fall.

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