Another Sky

Here is another sky

One different from the city I come;

Its vastness that of a canvas

Painted with twilight hues;

Its thin light spread over barren silent fields

And gleaming silver water;

Its willowy ropes of mist

Glide the lake and mountain peak alike;

Its splintering cold and stillness resonated

In all I could see;

Yet ironically its stillness –

Reverberates the spirit in me;

Its coldness –

Spawns warmth in me;

Its balmy wind, the singing insects and the,

Cheeping sparrows –

Lit my deferred dreams –

As the last bit of dusk ebbed giving way to the dawn

Whence drifted my thoughts back to thunders of my world –

But oh – I wish and I wish

That one day I could call home - the

Orphaned boat by the lake.