Sky

Sky

Sky blushes, blue and purple.

Stains the canvas.

It glistens under the sun.

The big, blue orbs.

Blinking, slow to fast.

Mouth smiling, a pearly string of beads.

Creamy as the clouds.

One final breeze, that was as sweet as grass.

Skin became cold, and pale

and white.

No more blue orbs, they had been taken

By the Sky.

Prolonged

Could they have spoken to her. By her name.

Would it have all been in vain?

Sadness and truth. Entwining in two.

Life like a short stick, in sickness.

Roots clinging to the ground, prolonging time.

Would his hands have held her?

Would they have been roots. Prolonging time?