The Sky, by Evelyn Dupree

Hast thou every really
looked into the sky?
Not to awe at the blue,
or gaze at the moon in thine eye?

But to feel the eternal
of the day,
And to touch the infinite
of the night.
To smell his hair
lost in the suns' rays
And to taste his kiss
mixed with moonlight.

I say, Hast thou ever really
looked into the sky?
Longing to grace, to touch,
To capture the golden butterfly?

Aching to feel his touch
cure and soothe.
As thou swear
deeply in truth,
"Never have I felt
or seen a sight . . .
that sets me so free
both day and night."

So as the sun sets
and the moon rise
I ask thee . . .
Hast thou ever really
looked into the sky?

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