Sky Dreaming

Sky Dreaming

How do you describe the blue of sky?
Such a vibrant, glorious thing
So solid-looking, almost tangible,
Like you could reach out your hand
And grab a chunk of it.
How can the others not notice it?
They pass underneath completely unaware
Of the broad expanse of dry ocean above.
The little square I see out my window
Hangs motionless,
Free of clouds,
A bright contrast to the white buildings below.
If I could I’d reach right up
And capture you a handful,
To help remind you of how glorious the day was
When we met.