So much can be told
From a warm summer sky
What has it seen?
That vast expanse of sunlight and cloud.
Where has it been?
As I strode along the pier,
I stared that sky down.
Tell me your secrets!
The ones that lay just along your horizon,
The ones that slyly sneak away
as the sun begins to set.
It was six o’clock in the afternoon.
The time to wind down began soon.
But the summer sky knew.
As she stared down the bustling city,
Still brimming with life,
She knew.
And so did I.
We shall meet again,
Summer sky
On a day quite like this.
But for now,
I must return home.