My Piece of Sky

I lived in that old mansion, It had a verandah, Face to sky and open, I returned tired after day’s hard work, After taking my supper, I would set up a bed, In that verandah to lounge and rest, I would stare up in the sky, And look at the bejeweled spectacle, Watch the stars, And imagine the distance, My eyes were focusing on, It gave me an immense peace, As I looked and contemplated with my piece of sky, Soon thereafter I used to fall asleep.