Poetry / Clear Skies

The weatherman called for clear skies,
But why do I feel blue?
Today turned out to be a beautiful day,
Yet it seems like I’m losing you.
I look up to the sky
To see the heavens
To bask in its beauty
Hoping that I will be there someday.

As I go along my independent way
Clouds are translucent,
Clear as day,
As for the gray sky that seemed to stay
Are now blue skies for me.

As another storm blows through,
Again, I feel like I’m losing you,
Now the doubt never lays on my mind,
For I’ve gain you honesty,
Your trust,
Your love,
And I’m where I want to be,
In a clear meadow
Green grass
Slight breeze
While the sunsets,
With you,
And Clear skies.

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