Monday, 21 October 2013

Day 458: Promise of Sky

Spirit of Flight ~ Josephine Wall

Head in the clouds, the sky's the limit, sky-high....

To me, sky means possibility, potential, the high horizons of hope. Therefore, I love this poem. Like a vista of blue sky opening out on the page!

Sky - William Stafford

I like you with nothing. Are you
what I was? What I will be?
I look out there by the hour,
so clear, so sure. I could
smile, or frown – still nothing.

Be my father, be my mother,
great sleep of blue; reach
far within me; open doors,
find whatever is hiding; invite it
for many clear days in the sun.

When I turn away I know
you are there. We won’t forget
each other: every look is a promise.
Others can’t tell what you say
when it’s the blue voice, when
you come to the window and look for me.

Your word arches over
the roof all day. I know it
within my bowed head, where
the other sky listens.
You will bring me
everything when the time comes.


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