Maddi Eden - Above

On an iced December morning, so faded that it could be
Grey, but if you squint you see
It is really a divine shade of fairest cobalt.
Inhale the sky; crisp, exfoliating.

On a lazy July lunchtime, glistening with the heat
Of the day, enchantingly shimmering;
Reflected below with white foam.
It radiates life.

On a golden September afternoon; honeyed;
Your long shadow falling behind you, its silhouette flawless and desirably slender –
Tawny light that softens your features in flaxen heavens
Smile gently.

On any clear night, the orb of the sky draws your gaze
In an angular curve or a naïve sphere
And all the eternal cats’ eyes
Are tiny pinpoints in your web of despair.

So consider the sky
For it is perfect:
Much more so than anything beneath it.

Maddi Eden

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