if I could be the sky
I'd be wide open
I'd be so large I'd encompass
every horizon
the sun
and the moon
would drop down from the clouds
like golden yolks
rising in a pale pink dawn
or setting into
a deep darkening rouge of silence
an artist might be inspired
to immortalize me
using words and color
children could believe they could fall into
the blue spaces in between their feet
as they lay on the backs
gazing upwards into me
on earth
all creatures would glance heavenward
into my deep purple bowl of stars
and believe in themselves and that
there is a softer gentle side to things
and that
somehow
their lives would be long
and go very far
if I
could be
the sky.
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