blue sky
nobody thinks about the sky
as it lies above, covering it all
they say you can't see the sky for the sun,
and the sky is blue;
sky blue is sad blue,
sad because it's ignored
sometimes it will roll the clouds in
so people won't know how blue the sky is,
but this façade never lasts
and always dissolves in tears
but the sun always sets
and, as it vanishes, the sky turns to different hues
and rejoices, for it is now seen and admired
as the sun dies for the day
but the golden orb is gone,
and too late the sky realizes that it needs the sun;
it is too dark to see the sky now,
which, perhaps, is a small comfort;
for the sky is not pretty
when it is boiling black with anger