~ in the neck is low tech, through the heart is high art ~ |
| Hey blue sky, so down to earth, where do you actually start? When do you stop being our air, & suddenly turn into sky? Are you high? When do you cease being sky, & become space? Sky! My husband! Is my lover safely hidden under the bed? Is it hard for you to be everywhere? What are your thoughts on pathetic fallacy? Your favourite colour? Your thoughts on cloud? Is there anybody up there, looking down? Do you prefer penetration by rocket or by plane? Are planets & stars your jewels? Is Sky your name? If you were to answer me, what would be your voice? Do you sing the blues? Do you have a choice as to whether the weather is nasty or nice? Your unspoken answers are impossible & infinite as are my questions, dear Sky. ![]() |