To The Sky

To The Sky

You’re up so high

Yet sometimes I can

Touch you and almost feel you

As irresistible as the call of an ice-cream van.

You change your shades like a mood ring

Cool blue when happy, harsh black when angered

Velvety purple when benign, silvery purple at dawn

Clouds blanket you, creamy as new curd.

Limitless, endless

Enticing, free

Celestial, mysterious

Liberated from anxiety and worry.

You call me, inviting, seductive

But you tease me, I cannot come

I am restrained by Earth’s grounded chains

Intoxicating as wine attained from sweet plum.