Rem's Poetry Corner
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2003-03-06 22:21:36 (UTC)

Bright Blue

Bright blue sky without a cloud
Here I go to think aloud
Sunshine warms my upturned face
Yes, this is my thinking place
Gentle beauty me surrounds
And my joy at it abounds
Blue skies are not ruled by time
Man or reason, beast or rhyme
Would that we could merely be
Living there in ecstasy
But for this sky I'll not complain
Though sunshine may ne'er come again
For now I've got a bright blue sky
And here my thoughts and dreams can fly