Through his window
Across the bed
He would often put out his head
And look at clouds like snow
He often got lost in imagination
About the sky so blue
Searching for some clue
Head brimming with myriad sensation
It promised him untold fantasy
Dreams of dragons and fairies
Never made him wary
Brought him ecstasy
It drew him like a magnet
To find the pot o gold
Beneath the rainbows’ colors bold
He wished to unfold the secret
Of shooting stars flashing across
He would swoon
Over the moon
For words he was at a loss
To describe how it drew him
It worked on him like madness
An ever growing sadness
No more was it a whim
When full of twenty nine was he
His mother went to see her son
Was he wearing suit silver one
The leader to be
Of a astronauts team
Flying to the moon and back
In the space black
To fulfill his life’s dream
It gave him sheer joy
To think he would all of it see
His eyes wide open would be
And he would savour it and enjoy!
The WordPress Daily Prompt for June 3, asks us to reflect on the word, “Sky.”
