The Language of the Sky

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When we don’t understand the language of the sky

we can feel the silence, and wonder is there anyone

listening, not seeing the forms, the shapes of love

a canvas painted more intensely with the richness

 of color never ending, to encourage us, discovering a lover

giving us a strength we had not known before,

sharing rain, for us to push through and accept

that we can win over our gray, with confidence

not taking anything less than love

and breathing more tangible

 covering us completely

and that in the end

there is an eternity,

filled with color.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”


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