Vast Blue

I look up into the sky,

it is the only means I have I survive.

The profound blue fills my eyes,

easing away the soul of my demise.

I urgently look up,

filling my droughty cup.

Day by day,

until the clouds thieve me away,

Into the land I refuse to say,

for fear of never seeing its rays.

I long to see the emerald trees;

to swim in the sapphire sea;

to release the ocean held within me.

Oh, tawny sun and pallid clouds,

My disquiet is stacked in mounds,

Please set me free before the hounds—

I'll happily buckle to the ground—

If the sky above is the same I long to be around.