the sky

we sail on a ocean,
an ocean deep and wide,
we sail on a airplane,
high above the sky

it is like a river,
flowing cool and bright,
this great and shining ocean,
in which the clouds take flight

a layer of blue,
a layer of white,
the sky is my ocean,
where my dreams go at night

belts of clouds,
stacked one upon another,
the earth, in its blanket,
wrapped up by its mother

who can see the sky,
an earth crystal at its core,
who can swirl the clouds,
like waves by distant shore

who can raise the mountains,
the bottom of this vast lake,
who can take the moonshine,
and an earth of shadows, make

who can make the birds,
swimming like a kite,
who can trap sunbeams,
in a bottle tight

of the sky is what I wonder,
of the sky is what I seek,
as I leave my mind to wander,
and my eyes drift off to sleep.