Sky Disappearing

Call me on a clear day,

when the clouds droop down over the mountain.

The smell of rain getting stronger,

Even when there’s nothing in sight.

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Did I tell about the time

when we were all nearby?

The future seemed set.

We knew what tomorrow meant.

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We knew that we would see the sky.

The Sun in the morning,

and the stars, bright, soul-catching, gleaming in the night.

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But when we open our eyes now,

the stars don’t seem as bright.

There’s a heavy mind fog that makes

the Sun rising, not as illuminating

as we were told

should be.

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Different elders saying the same thing,

Can you see how quickly time is changing?

One moment, I can see colors dancing,

the next I see glass.

Glass slammed against the blue plane,

Blocking my view.

I’m scared the day,

I can no longer

see the Sun rising

from my window.

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Running along the dirt path,

Carrying sticks to keep the fire burning.

We know what evening means,

gathering around the heart

that keeps the embers going.

Not knowing that tomorrow,

A meal will be served without all

the hassle.

A blessing that saves our strained minds

some energy to enjoy life.

To be around the heart that bonds us.

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How do you find the line between keeping the past with us,

and letting humans flourish under their urge to be more?

Can you see

The sky

Disappearing.

Before us.

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Unable to hold the rate

Humans need to grow.

Before we know it,

even the last dirt road will disappear

and I’m scared of telling the sky

that it would be the thing

humans want to touch, the space beyond it.

Do away with it completely

and be a being that no longer

has any meaning.

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What do we do when

that time

reaches us?

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Different elders saying that the sky will disappear.

Times changed before we even had a chance to make

the present and past bleed

Together perfectly.

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How do we stop time?

Do we have the right to scream at change to slow down?

Where’s the balance between the past, present, and future?

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Hold down the sky,

Before it slips away,

Because what type of humans

 would we be

 if our sky disappears.

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I want to see the sun rising.

I want to see the way the stars feed our dreams.

The way the blue plane retells a past long gone.

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How do we keep that fire burning when we know that time is moving fast?

How do we keep our sky from disappearing

without stopping our need to be more?