Perfect Sky

clear is my perfect sky, the color of the tears I cry, waiting for the clouds to clear, finally the sun appears, tears of joy race down my face, this blissful occasion has taken place.The feeling when the sun descends, like having a knife in every limb, Again I resume my designated state, whenever my perfect sky is missing or late. Before it departs I remonstrate to leave my heart.In vain was my pleading, for it took my heart before leaving. Here I sit watching the night wishing that I could take flight. to go high in the sky like a balloon, To chase the sun and erase the moon.Never am I happy at night, for the moon is never the same twice.