Is There a Stone In the Skies

Vivid within my eyes Colors of hue- I sigh Looking serene in view I seek the trembling skies Beauteous blues - I endure I wake each new born day I sit and ponder at the dew Eloquence , be it may The sunrise on my face Left tears with lines I trace And when the sun sets I part with my morning blues And grasp for the nightly air I breathe the midnight hour And the skies that tremble so Breathless they too became Beneath the stars I sit Quenched - my soul it feeds Tis the closing of the night Now blackened hues tough in mind Imposing now too on my life Is the spectrum in twilight? It really disturbs so - indeed And when the moon set in with the house I too can cultivate the weed Another day goes by - I sacrifice My time to endure the beauty With God's trembling ear I see And worship the heavenly skies Blue beauteous wonder - I proclaim The skies, I ponder with, kept me sane..