The Sky Dances Different Shades of Pink
This evening the sky dances different shades of pink
That remind me in part
Of the fuschias in a garden
I played in as a child,
In part of raspberry ripple ice cream.
I know that soon the colours will fade,
And like all things of beauty
That touch our hearts,
It is not mine to keep, or possess
Or hold.
So I’ll just stand and be in this moment
And look to the sky,
As many have done before and
Many will do again.
I’ll let myself become the world,
Through these eyes looking out
And up.