Every Color To Be
Indian yellow sky melts into the horizon as far as I can see.
If only I could touch it and bring warmth inside of me.
It would cure me of this pain and bring a simple remedy.
As the hawk flies, I could move just as elegantly.
I could soar through problems easily and graciously.
I could build a nest up high safe and securely.
Even sift the rain, to keep only a positive memory.
Oh, how nice it would be as I am lifted above so freely.
As if I had wings of a hawk in the skies of every color to be.
Heidi Sands
1/31/17
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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