The sky that stays...
I wander alone in a dreamer's land,
As I wade through the crowd with a fisted hand,
They say I don't seem the one to belong,
For worldly matters feel all wrong,
The sky carries thousands of shiny pearls,
They hold my dreams as they unfurl,
Like shooting stars race home to sleep,
My eyes chase the night, hoping to heal,
The clouds wipe my tears and rain them off,
They caress my cheeks with touch so soft,
I try to reach them from the earth behind,
Hoping they'd catch me, just in time,
I watch the vast blue for hours and hours,
In spring and winter and rainy showers,
For people in this world never stop and stare,
But the sky looks for me... it's always there...
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