Sky

Sky

By

Lisa A.Williams

Breathing promises

tomorrows to replace,

yesterdays

 we still hold close

 nurturing the infancy

of our dreams,

 afraid if we wake

we will see they

are still just dreams.

We strung ourselves along

on wings and prayers.

Grounded and silent

we raise our eyes to the blue

and sometimes stormy

celestial breadth

who even in silence

hears our plea.