Under an undecided sky

 

I sit under a sky that can’t decide,

and I wonder aloud to the clouds

that are missing in the sunshine,

what are you scared of?

If you don’t share

what is in your heart

then what is it all for?

If you care,

then why is the air

not filled with your song?

 

I call to the thundercries

that are not echoing, the clapped

rhythm that doesn’t beat.

I ask why?

Where is your storm?

Where are the waves at my feet?

I sigh at rainbows not glistening.

Why are you hiding your colour?

When we could use your love

more than ever.

Why does the sky

not listen when I call?

 

And the undecided

sky drops a tear or two,

but she is unmoved,

unloved or confused,

and I whisper to her

that my love is true.

So just be you,

and however the wind blows through

I’ll always sit in awe of the view.

 

And the undecided sky sits motionless.

Except for brief hints at more,

a glimpse caught

in the corners of the eye,

but it stays still

as the grey crumbles around

like a wall falling down.

 

And I thank my feet for

dance, for as I sway

with the spin of the day,

and I let myself

flow on the

waves of destiny,

I call once more

for the sky to join me.

And she sets herself free

raining her love upon the sights I see,

making the world sparkle

with her magic and beauty.