Northern Sky

So red and pink how the hue of the sky reflects our destiny

How it passes us by without much thought

But sometimes, for our pleasure when we look up

We remember we are not so much trapped

But wonderfully free in this world of dreams

Pink and mauve, violet with a hint of crimson

The cards are laid on the table with

Some of life’s positives, a shimmer of smiles and lashings of luck

Life is but a feeling, the sky before us healing someone

Who looks upon it for the first time

And wonders how they came to be in this world full of dust and stars

The sky is and will be the final link between our minds and something great

There is a connection brought on by its vastness

Touching our minds like fire melting the coldest ice

Interposed spurs pressing the creativity out of our minds

Forever mixing with the fragrant sky

All it takes is one look

Don’t let it pass you by… 

By S.J.H.F.

Copyright Mixed Bag Photography
‘The sky is and will be the final link between our minds and something great’

Published by Parisian Poetry

What makes us human, I believe is becoming to be stamped out. Words are so important, both spoken and on the page. Words make up the most powerful elements of our humanity. So, I'm feeling supersonic, why me why not? SF

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