'The Sky Is So Blue, So Pure, And So Soft..' Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

The sky is so blue, so pure, and so soft.
My dreamy mind ascends, gently, aloft.
The breeze stirs the boughs above my head,
As I recline in the dahlias of a flower bed,
In a vast, majestic courtyard, ringed with mountains,
Where tall, ivory statues glitter among the fountains.
And around their slender, silvery spray,
Beneath the lindens, bowed and bent,
A princess wanders in the golden day,
With raven eyes, and long, black hair,
Which lends its lovely, scarlet scent
To the wafting wind, in the summer air.

~ John Lars Zwerenz