Dear Sky Poem by @claremariewithpoetry Clare Marie Dennington

They say that
I am made of sea,
The sky is not my flesh,
But never ending stuff
That i can never feel.
My lungs can breathe
When churning, waves
Beat oxygen into me
And i let all the creatures who shelter, share.

Once i sat on the beach,
But it did not last,
I melt, and melt, and churn and melt
Back unto myself,
I am always flowing,
Sometimes gentle,
Never quite still.
I see you
Oh dearest sky,
I gaze into you.
The best are the nights
I take the star's light, into me,
It bounces around my surface,
And I feel decadant, again.

I am dressed, like elegant hues,
In you, my sky,
For i am your reflection.

Love is an endless game
(C) 2021 @claremariewithpoetry
Clare Marie Dennington
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