Captured

The beauty of the sky,

Is captured in my eye.

A vast expanse of blue,

A reflection of me and you.

The sun is brightly beaming,

Dampening the Earth with warming.

As the day ends, the stars come out,

Sparkling like twinkling pixie dust.

The moon waxes and wanes,

The night sky filled with so much grace.

The stars start to fade,

As the night fades to day.

And so the beauty of the sky,

Is recaptured as the day passes by.

its sometimes scares me really

how i just cannot evade you

how you just always

seems to find a way