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Have You Seen The Sky

Have you seen the sky when it’s violet early in the morning?  It is special; it’s when the stars have cried their happiness and sinked it in the dark of the night over our heads, before the morning walks into sleeping and resting bodies.  It is when a man has found a love that lets him witness, feel and sense the beauty around him, recognize the passion within; it overwhelms sleep and time with my mind at peace in this season of wonder.  Like a child I am puzzled, I am up to experience the glowing colors of the night with these long clouds spilling a blood-orange denseness that stains the darkness to set forth a new day of passionate involvement and genuine commotion.

An early awakening, a voice that re-comforted and reassured my resting body, these bones that felt heavy and shattered only yesterday, and the same voice held my thoughts and warmed them with promise; then I was up.   I almost cried when from the quiet of the room the silence that reigned, I saw the stars and their little tears.  Someone I heard helped me understand: “those are tears of lust.”  Your warm body, cherry blossom back was laying next to me, your breath I could hear follow your heart.  I kissed your shoulder feeling the ocean blue depth of your soul; the fishes and seahorses were swimming and sleeping amongst you.  All emptiness within was being filled by you, and your voice that now and then talks to me, poured into me.

Your eyes closed, I spilled more tears when a milky daylight covered your visage gently, your lips were slightly open breathing out your sensual mouth, eyes still closed.  You were in me the long live night, love.  I was breathing by your every breath during sleep, I was living by the pace of events and sensing nature’s way, she is here for us!   I found love tonight when my heart was in peace and so many struggles I left alone; hence my soul lost weight and was lifted to the violet skies that form in the morning air by your side.  When you’ll wake up, I will take you for a walk to a place where time has no name; my spirits now know how to find it.

Hear the birds as they whistle, it is early day, the tears have formed new clouds; a morning rain to cool the coming summer that I can feel burning already.