A Different Sky Is Waiting Poem by Uriah Hamilton

A Different Sky Is Waiting

Rating: 4.7

We’ve been in the rain so long
That our eyes are sore and red;
When joy is missing,
We gaze down too long at our feet
As we slowly walk through the city,
But there must be a different sky waiting
Offering love and inspiration.

Beneath these yellow factory skies,
Even the street lights look sadly dim,
Like our spiritual light within
Blurred by an affectionless life.

Things began to change
When I met you in a small bar
Not far from the school where you teach;
I saw Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass
Easing out of your purse,
I knew we had to talk.

As we spoke over drinks
In the early evening,
I felt loneliness begin to lift
Like dark persistent clouds
Being pushed aside by sunlight,
As if Walt Whitman were sending us
Prayers mingled with lilacs.

Indeed, there is a different sky waiting,
Azure blue and dazzling,
Inviting flowers to bloom
On romantic avenues
When two people finally find each other.

In my mind I have already seen
You smile in a summer dress
Beneath a different sky welcoming our love.

Grace Hays 19 August 2006

This is really beautiful....I really like it.... Always & 4ever, Grace

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Pia Andersson 02 September 2006

'Prayers mingled with lilacs.' oh that is so..so I dont know what to say, not even in Swedish..you write with such tenderness and I am sure that Whitman is secretly reading your poems right now...I love the title too..With love Pia

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Rose Noir 05 September 2006

My godfather you sure know how to work that pen. This is just beautiful.

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Linda Ori 10 September 2006

A truly beautiful dedication to a very talented poet and friend. Isn't it amazing how a change of scenery can also change the way you look at things? Some people just bring out the best in everyone they meet. Lovely read, Uriah. Linda

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Michael Gale 10 October 2006

A different sky is calling to a tree as beautied as your beauty doth be... Skies filled with hues of blue for one as kind as yee. Rain soaked downpour feeds to nature's own... Naught Sun drenched but alas yee be soaked right to thy bone. Floral flowers of orchids and violets steeped real deeply with steaming stewed... Pete Moss sprouts as real real early as of the morrow that i feude. Magnificent magnifycation of Hell bound hounds... Release to all their Hellish sounds. Chatter of teeth and movement of feet doth disturb all of dreamly serene... Escape naught fro' Hounds from Hell. Bequeeth to all a fleeing visional obscene... Darkest darkened form not seen. Death knocks on all others door.... Not the well to do but just the vagrant and poor. It takes a great poet to inspire others, as obviously you've done to me. I had to give out a ten for this great done poem. God bless all poets-MJG.

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Adeeb Alfateh 12 July 2019

Things began to change When I met you in a small bar Not far from the school where you teach; I saw Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass Easing out of your purse, I knew we had to talk. beautiful poem great 10+++++++++++++++++

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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 March 2019

Our eyes are sore and red and missing joy is so sad. So, long the rain gazes upon mind. As we slowly walk through the city the different sky offers the support. Beneath the sky love welcomes us. Inviting flowers to bloom weather sings. This is an excellent poem well penned with rich imagery....10

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Obigod Chidi Cece 31 July 2017

In my mind, I have already seen you, wow.

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Howard Savage 04 January 2016

Great poem. encouraging word about the future. Great.

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Susan Lacovara 22 August 2014

This reminded me of a song by the Eagles, No More Cloudy Days, a favorite if mine....as now, too, your lovely write. PEACE

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