'Sky Dreams.'

BEFORE YOU START READING : This was written a while ago, but nobody has really ever seen it, apart from Christy who it was written for.  I hope a few people can take the time to read it, i appreciate it is long! The Prologue. Part 1. Night Thoughts. Part 1-A : Sky At Night. Part 1-B : Watching the Void. Part 1-C : Stars Fall. Part 1-D : The Dream. Part 2. Coming Dawn. Part 2-A : Heaven Wakes. Part 2-B : Painted Sky. Part 2-C : Colour Dies. Part 2-D : The Dream. Part 3. Day Dreams. Part 3-A : Bringing Blue. Part 3-B : Sky So Blue. Part 3-C : Falling Clouds. Part 3-D : The Dream. Part 4. Day For Dusk. Part 4-A : Into The Night. Part 4-B : Welcoming The Void. Part 4-C : Comes The Night. Part 4-D : The Dream. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- "SKY DREAMS." SKY DREAMS: Prologue. Our cover, an eternal ceiling; A dream.  Older than any single living thing. It is our Heaven over Earth. The single most beautiful picture, that could ever be created. Life and death are suddenly one, nothing and everything become. Nothing during blackest night.  Yet everything come the light. The tears of all that cry.  Or the light for why we try.  The blue that is so bright.  The clouds of white... Or grey, yellow, purple. red.  All these colours to fill our heads. Many scenes to see throughout a day.  So many forms and shapes, to thoughts, create. Invoke and inspire, lift us higher.  Bring a smile. It is us.  We are it.  And beneath it... We exist. Going, doing, living life while the heavens...  hover... With a power,  such might. Morning brings a dawn... so eerie in it's way. Sun rising.  Clouds floating...  Tinted orange by the force of day. Day is bright... beautiful and clear, Most days.  Others not.  Instead, some are darkened by the rain, or fog. Gray clouds, black clouds... a kind of depression.  Strange shapes bring thoughts and odd false impressions. Evening brings the dusk... slight darkness falls. Sun falling.  Light fading.  Calm, moving and quiet.  Shadowed landscapes, so beautiful. Sunsets... colourful and wonderful.  Blues and pinks, all slowly sink... sinking down below the horizon. The colours changing as the moon is rising. Day turns to night.  Dark envelops light.  Shiver breeze, the gentle winds blow cold. Night shows the stars... white pin pricks on nothing. Black sky.  Clouds die. Nothing is so empty as a cloud clear starry night.  But is still a grand astounding sight. Bright and twinkling... yet motionless and dark. That is the sky. Our sky. A dream. Part 1-A : Sky at Night. Night shows the stars... white pinpricks on nothing. Black sky.  Clouds die. Nothing is so empty as a cloud clear starry night.  But is still a grand, astounding sight. Bright and twinkling... yet motionless and dark. Beauty in silence.  That is night.  Each star coming up...  each one will be bright. Quiet,  peaceful.  As i sit here and gape. Just watching the white on pure black, feeling calm. Seeing tiny tears,  shimmering on this blackened screen.  At least, That be how it seems to me. Everybody's tears.  All stopped dead in time.  To never fall again.  Not once again to change. Instead just stay...  sat up in the sky... Sat up in the sky at night. The sky at night. It makes me think... Part 1-B : Watching the Void. The void of nothing... dark. Quiet. Still.  Blue by black engulfed. Soft and subtle glimmers,  shimmers;  of the brightest, whitest light. Small and simple dimples.  Dents upon the night. Few and far between...  yet close, so close inside my heart, So near, but still a million miles apart. Like fairy lights hung round the globe.  Tiny diamonds placed upon black robe. Unusual, yet, familiar,  unknown and un-revealed, Undiscovered. There could be; So many eyes...  for each an eye a mind.  All gathered; in the same corpulent, noiseless space. Another man, another race. Imagine... if you can: Another Earth, another me... the same.  Identical places, Identical faces.  Talking as i talk now.  Thinking as i do now. Imagine that. i aim my sight high into dark, and i wonder...  is there... and could there be, God.  The one.  A true almighty lord. Believe it not, then be there none.  Believe it so and be there one. God can exist... In mind, in truth. Either may be true.  For he exists in me.  He is me and i am he. The sun... eternal flame of light.  Of burning gas, so bright. It is the heart of life...  And what a star to be our heart. The moon... full of white night splendor.  With a smile placed upon it's dusty face. It sits to watch behind the clouds.  With an air of heavenly grace. Though; And, i question... If the sun.  The moon.  Were both to go.  Or, to never have become; Would i remain me?  Would the sea be the sea?  Or could neither have grown?  Would the clouds not of flown, Not once to be seen?  Would those white cotton buds no longer gleam? For sure the sun could not shine...  and the moon would never smile... It makes me wonder… What is it, that would be, for me, to gaze upon and see? If i was at all. Every time i gaze,  each moment that i study,  i think of many things. The darkness...  The quiet,  hushed.  So still. Amazing, when you think...  It is nothing. When i stare into the blackness of the night...  i think of simple peace.  Peaceful quiet.  Quiet time. Quiet time from a soul.  The soul from a life. That has gone, that has past, Into void, ‘Twas cast. To leave not a trace.  Just to fade in our minds.  To leave nothing in this open,  Dark.  And somehow, marvelous Space. To be found; Inspiration abound.  So plain,  and so clear.  No night sky could induce me with fear. My Nothing and my, everything. Me, You, Them, Us. All of these things are space.  But still, and again... It is nothing. A void... dark, Quiet, Still. Space. Part 1-C : Stars Fall. The void finds the light. As the heavens seem to pour. Pour coloured ink upon blackened sheet. The sky that was black... Shall no longer remain. Replaced by a gradient of deep sea blues. A thousand different colours, A hundred different hues. In some rendezvous, As passionate lovers. The stars begin to disappear... As if candles in the wind. One by one. As if mistakes upon a page... Their only fate... To be erased. My dark, but dying love, My pin pricked heaven fades. 'Tis sad in many ways... To see this awe inspiring mass, Becoming what is day. As the stars fade i imagine them falling. Allowing me to catch them. i would keep them safe. Just hold them in my palm... To watch them... And become them. Destroy them or create them. Study them and change them. Bring calm, or calamity. Harm or peace... Become God. What a thought. Part 1-D : The Dream. Scarlet flashing sparkles, Lighting up the sky... Flying through a polka-dotted emptiness. Holding glazed albino sand, Kept safe inside my clenching hand. As i fly before an audience of pearls white. What a dream... Looking up; a cloud of dust, Falling down t'ward me. Dropping tears, like rain... So gentle, so tame... Like the snow. Drifting slow. Circling down, around me as i think. i blink. What a show... What a dream... Each dot a thought, That escaped my mind. Each dot a tie, To mark gathered time. To make me a dream. That i shall never have to leave. Flying... fast, so free. Racing on past moon and sun, Leaving vapor trails. Becoming all and becoming one... Upon this starry sky. i'll be a star and watch the world by night. i'll fade and disappear when quickly comes the light. Can you imagine me a star? What a sight... What a show... What a dream. Part 2-A : Heaven Wakes. Morning brings a dawn... so eerie in it's way. Sun rising. Clouds floating... Tinted orange by the force of day. Mist hung air, and clouds... Many colours fill the sky. The breeze is brisk and cold. As the darkness falls to die. The nights grown old. And the stars have shone enough. i love the dawning sky's. Shy... is the sun as it sure is slow to rise. All is new and fresh. All is bright and full. And only the moon is ever left... As the day has nearly covered all. The moon will take it's time. To fall before the sky. The sun will be up high, Before the moon decides to leave and lye. Bright and smiling new, The clouds so white on coming blue. The colours... The shapes. They all are truly beautiful... As the day does break... As the Heaven Wakes. It makes me think... Part 2-B : Painted Sky. Heavens rise... to light the sky. Remaining... Quiet, Dark, Still. Nothing moves. And nothing will. For now. Early morning mist clinging to the ground. Early morning birds the only sound. And what a sound they make, All singing to me. i listen. The clouds all red and orange... tinted with a million blues. From the sky that's slowly rising. As the sun is climbing proud. A sight to see, and one to love. Only then can you believe the beauty which it keeps. The dew swept floor, all soft and wet. i love to touch the sky's new tears. i run my hand across the grass, And i feel my hand go cold. Then inside my palm i'll hold a tear from heaven. To push against my face. To moisten skin... and loosen thoughts. Then i have to taste. 'Tis so fresh and clean. Like mountain water fresh. Bouncing from my tongue. Clearing head and chest... new, clean, clear. The clouds all move above me, Inching forward slow. Making shapes, Invoking pictures only i can see... A twisting tree, A sad face man, The picture then is torn apart. Taken from mind, taken from heart. But as the clouds move over me... Who knows what i may see. i imagine the apocalypse in an early dawning sky. Purples, reds and orange, All the boring colours die. All meet to bring confusion. A nuclear holocaust. A grand explosion... Of colour. In my mind the world dies, Except i, Who stands to watch the colours, Twist and turn... Standing to see the world fade away... Disappear and burn. With ashes rising to the clouds. With sound of death ringing loud... Loud, LOUD. But i will stand... Gazing... For the colours will amaze me. And the pictures will astound me, As i stand and watch the sky. As i stand and watch our world die. In my mind. But peaceful too, the sky can be. In the morning that is still. i can lay and watch the colours change. From red to pink and back again. All mixing like a palette of some painter stood in field. Painting life and painting time. Painting who and why he is. Furiously splashing dots and lines, Across some empty canvas. Making features come alive, To question why he is. To ask so many things about himself, About life... About that and this. Or a poet flinging words, Onto white and empty page. Asking questions once again, To be answered by his rage. As he throws a final word, To finish off this piece, He reads it through, and then again, To answer quests that ease. That bring some well sought peace. Why is it that the clouds, Can bring so many feelings. Sadness. Joy. Tears. Smiles. i wonder if they left... If we all would stand and weep. Cry for something missed. For that something we thought we'd keep. Forever. As one, together. Our sky. As i peer once more into the sky. Watching shaping clouds, i catch a glimpse of me. Standing as i now. i look away and back again. But 'tis gone. It makes me think. As the heavens rise.. to light the sky. i wonder why. Why i saw me as a lone tearing cloud. i wonder if t’was really me, Or someone else i've seen. Perhaps i'll never know. Or maybe i don't need to. The clouds can bring so many thoughts. About me. About them. You. A place of grace. Full of answers... And a million reasons why. So ask. So ask, Our dawning sky. Part 2-C : Colour Dies. Peering blue sets in. The colours slowly fade away. The yellows, reds and orange all disappear for day. To set the sky in blue and white. To make subtle what's above. No more shine of tinted cloud. No more birds that sing in crowd. No more hush in quiet street. All dies. All leaves. The sun creeps high and sits in place. The cotton buds just drift. For the dawn that goes away. Day has come. With colour none... But, blue and white. Bright, new, yet plain. So plain. Each part of once a space, the same. The dawn has died for day. Part 2-D : The Dream. Paintbrush in my hand, And a palette by my side. i wash a water colour grace across the sky. With a pink and yellow stamp, i place colour on a dawning screen, Yellow, red, orange, pink, dreamy cream. What a dream. All to make a sight, That will brighten any eyes. As i stand back and admire, This picture i made sky. With a brush for shaping clouds. And a gradient for sky. My water colour world. Still dripping wet upon the ground. What a sight... What a dream. Floating through a purple cloud, Leaving dust upon my skin. Flying up and then back down, Flying out and then back in. As i float around the sky. Flying in a purple, red and orange haze... An hallucination of my twisting pastel thoughts. But between dawn and day i am abruptly caught. As the colours fight for day. From the morning it will push it's way. i try to catch the clouds. And put them back in place. But they leave. Escape. i fly up to the sun and scream. i cry... i die for my leaving dawn. i rest upon the blue, As a fluffy whitened splurge. That i had painted... That for now has faded. i become and am the blue and white. i am the sky and clouds so bright. The sky is i and i am he. What a sight inside my mind to see. What a world... What a sight... What a dream. Part 3-A : Bringing Blue. Day is bright... beautiful and clear, Most days. Others not. Instead, some are darkened by the rain, or fog. Gray clouds, black clouds... a kind of depression. Strange shapes bring thoughts and odd false impressions. See the white daubs upon blue sheet. See the sky so bright and clean. The force of day will bring the sun. And light the sky. So clear. Yet... Perhaps a rain and storm, Will bring dark, and blacken clouds. To make the sky a saddened grey. So depressing in it's way. Clouds are eyes weighed down by tears. The sky a face that's struck by fear. A sight of beauty none the less. But 'tis sad to see i guess. The blue will always come again. And the bright white shall return. Spikes and rays from sun, Pushed and sliced through clouds. So bright. So pure... So clean and new. The sky by day... Bringing Blue. It makes me think... Part 3-B : Sky so Blue. Dawn has died... Long live the day, Bright blue and white, so special in it's way... What dreams today may come? A wind arrives, To push the sky, Blues shall swirl, As cotton clouds twirl... Dancing;  in a beautiful, elaborate show. Shapes appear, but then they go. And it's free for all to see... It amazes me. i'll stand and watch, Crying with a smile, Thinking and thoughtful, With a deep, careful mind... Waiting for the day to unwind. Sky so blue, patched white. A beauty to behold so bright. The sun peers through to watching the world, The moon can't be seen, it's awaiting the night. What a sight; blue sky in day. Clear and empty in some way. No stars to shine. No moon to smile. But the sun is out for now, at least for a while. Yellow, orange, ball of flame, Sat above the clouds, Burning, Burning. In glaring shroud. But will it ever die? To stop the flames that burn so bright. To never shine again, Above the Earth to never sit again? Perhaps... But not today. Tomorrow, or the next. 5 billions years may see the end. But i'll be gone by then. But the sun now disappears, Behind a cloud, so black; Slowly trees all sway as this black cloud finds it's way, Ever onwards, floating fast, i believe it may just rain. Falling rain drops touch my face, And skim across my skin, Leaving tiny rivers; Who knows what lies within. Blue to grey, the white washed away, Welcome the darkness, As the sun hides it's face. Standing so still, An arc leaves a cloud, A murderous thunder, So brilliantly loud. Lightning comes crashing, It burns through my heart, A bright light surrounds me, Then tears me apart. i look again. What a thought, imagine that, This sky is so immense, The storm soon gone, Deciding to relent. A blue returns, Then white is back, A cloud appears, Then fades the black. i imagine being there, Floating in the mist, Above, beyond, so out of sight, Knowing i shan't be missed. Twisting, Turning, Jumping, Stopping! Starting, stopping, starting, stopping! i laugh out loud, and stop a while, Watching all above me, i calm myself, and crack a smile, Wanting all above me. Wait... LOOK! A rainbow shoots my way, i run. What a sight, So amazingly bright, Brilliantly light, With, oh, such a height. Arching over tower blocks, Not caring for that dull grey place. Red and orange, yellow and green, blue and indigo... violet! So wonderfully smothering, that ugly sharp face. Stepping over houses, Meeting with the clouds, i want to be a rainbow, With those colours i'd stand proud... But then it fades, It dies away, And that gold i couldn't reach. i wished it stayed, To brightly play, But it won't... it had to leave. i peer once more into the sky, And think for one last time. About the Earth on which we live, And the Earth inside my mind. Perhaps again when night comes round... i'll dream, again. Shall we dream? Lets see. Part 3-C : Falling Clouds. i peer unto the screen, This blue is falling by... What happens now, What's going one... Is this day to die? It seems this be the case, i watch the clouds, and see a face, Falling ever slowly, Breaking up and splitting, Soon to disappear, That familiar face i've seen. Bright blue dark, And white turned pale, Fading with the sun, To the horizon it must set sail. To leave a scattered dream, Of colour after colour, Hazy picture, represents, Every sentence that i utter. A poet without words, Just a sky to point upon, Showing curls and crazy whirls, Until the sun has gone. The clouds turn pink, As that ball sets down, Scraping the horizon, i stop to frown. Yet the brightness of the dying day, Leaves me quite amazed, Red yellow, green? Add a saturated cream, A pastel painted dream... created just for me. i am amazed. So much to see, But no time to keep, Ever darker, Soon to sleep. Goodbye sunshine, Welcome moon. i'll miss you... Be back soon. Part 3-D : The Dream. Dancing gently 'cross the clouds, Feathers on my back. i'll fly on by, so fast and high... then back. Pushing candy floss in place of clouds, Dyed so purely white, Making marks upon the blue, i'll make it look just right. What a dream. Sharpen all the sun rays, Into points to pierce the Earth, Breaking down the ozone, To burn and scorch the dirt. Then i'll stand you all upon it, And wish you all away. The brightest sun, is here, it's come, To make you beg and make you pray. Or, i'll cast a cloud upon the sky, So thick, so dark, so hard, No light shall ever pass it, And this world will fall apart, Colder, colder... Freezing, shiver cold! The sea will turn to ice cubes, And the land will crack and snap... Like an old mans face, smiling. What a thought... What a dream. i'll clamber onto mountains, And shout above the trees, i'll watch the people come around, To see. To see what i can grow, This blue and white, amazing show. Morphing white and twisting grey, Making thunder, and a hammering rain... But then again the sun will shine, And cast me back to death. The evil thoughts that bite at me, Inside my dreaming head. What now, what must i do? Dance in anger, scream black and blue, Shower the heavens with torturing red, Empty my heart upon your cold be. Or, shout at the heavens, To beckon the sun, Ask it to leave, So i can end, that, which i've begun. Perhaps it's all a bit too much, i'll rest for now, i've had enough. Sleepy dream, and dream so dead, i'll see the sky, go pink to meet red. The colours all changing, The suns changed it's course, Back to the sea, i'll show no remorse. Clouds slowly changing, The colours enslaving... i'll quickly return, To ready the burn, And again you'll remember, The lesson forgotten... but so often learned. What a nightmare... What a thought... What a dream. Part 4-A : Into the Night. Evening brings the dusk... slight darkness falls. Sun falling. Light fading. Calm, moving and quiet.  Shadowed landscapes, so beautiful. Sunsets... colourful and wonderful. Blues and pinks, all slowly sink... sinking down below the horizon. The colours changing as the moon is rising. Day turns to night. Dark envelops light. Shiver breeze, the gentle winds blow cold. So slowly fades day, As the suns falls down and goes away, Waiting on tomorrow, But for now the moon will shine, As down i sit, with bread and wine. Watching the blues all fade into red, Into orange, into pink... the day lies dead. Shuddering thought, of a permanent night, i wish upon the day, Needing and wanting... so strange. Perhaps once again, the clouds will all die, As the night comes around with a new coloured sky. Dark blue to black, a star may just show, Under the trees, i may see it glow. Star light, star bright, Upon this first star, i wish tonight... i wish, i wish, i wish; Upon that star i wish tonight. Will tonight be crystal clear, With every star to show, Or will the clouds hang low and thick, Just not letting go. Instead they'll wait, Regenerate, Then thunder and lightning, Another great storm! But maybe all the stars will show, Mars, Jupiter, Venus too? Maybe... i hope. Day in to night... A sight so old and yet somehow new, Always changing, black to blue. And then to black, So dies the blue. And all for you. It makes me think. Part 4-B : Welcoming the void. Once again the day lays by, To watch the evening, come to lye. Painting colours in the sky, That slowly fade, and all shall die. To leave passage for a darkness, May it come to shadow me. Constantly drawing, to never retreat, Until the day comes back for me. Colourful clouds all shift along, Perishing pointlessly, now without sun. Darkness escapes, from the heavens above, Keeping us sheltered, making me love. What can i see, No longer i know, i'm covered by black, With nowhere to go. Help me. HELP! For now i can see... Each of these polka dots hung above me. Where’s the end? How do i begin, To understand this world i'm in. This changing sky, so wonderfully new, Randomly placing, white dots into view. But then... They are gone. Am i going crazy... they come and they go. i'm oh so confused, they appeared... i KNOW! Relax. It is simple illusion. The clouds still won't die, It causes confusion. Stars popping in, the out of my view, It's true, it's true, it's true! Have you ever peered, up on to the sky. And wondered? Just, considered why. Why we... you.  Me. Sit and stare, Just to see. That one shooting star, That comes and goes quickly, Perhaps a U.F.O... i don't know! The clouds disperse, the stars shine bright; Twinkle, twinkle, my sweet star light. So many colours that all seem white... That can't be right. Could you possibly imagine a sun that was green, Or maybe red. Even blue! Or have you pictured a sky so perfectly plain, White clouds. Two moons? It often causes curiosity in me. i want to go, i want to leave. Put me in a space ship, Fly me to the nearest star... Let me find a planet, That's just like ours! It would take me 50,000 years?! Put me in stasis. It's not been invented. Oh, but think of the places! Dream, Dream, And dream. i'll forever keep on dreaming, Of these worlds i wish i'd seen. Of the places i wish i'd been. i dream... A perfect sky, A perfect life. Or A broken heart, A perfect lie... Show me what there is to see, Take me to the heavens... It's time to welcome all the stars, And suppress this cold depression. A breeze succumbs. My mind falls numb. And i wonder, And imagine. i ponder, to distraction... Of wonderful cities, All showered in green, Strange odd shaped faces, Not like you or me. All of these thoughts, Just slip through my head... In bed, outside, alive or dead. Thinking and thinking... Wishing and dreaming... Hoping and reading; These eyes upon the sky, Now out to watch my life... i look at them so many times... But they will pass, So again i'll ask... What is it out there... this space? Everything is space. But still, and again... It is nothing. A void... Dark, Quiet, Still. Space. Part 4-C : Comes the Night. Look now unto the sky, It's eye's. They all now peer upon us, Watching all we do, It amazes me to think, That perhaps you watch them to. All those people on this world, Staring into space, To Watch a million jewels appear, As if some universal race. It's sad to see the colours fade, As the night envelops day. I stand; Silently peering, Listening, hearing... Night noise awakes, The trees sway, As the air rushes away. Where? Who knows. Light gone, Our sun has shone. The moon raised, Proof... That now the day has played. The moon, stood fast, In some strange, stalinist kind of way. Soon the sky is black. There is no going back. White polka dot empty, An astrological map. And so the night returns, The day is but a memory. I wonder what i've learnt, Perhaps nothing? Perhaps plenty. And now to sleep, To dream, dream... dream. Part 4-D : The Dream. Scarlet flashing sparkles, Lighting up the sky... Flying through a polka-dotted emptiness. Holding glazed albino sand, Kept safe inside my clenching hand. As I fly before an audience of pearls white. What a dream... Push me fast and furious, Deep into the night, Lend to me your knife, To pierce the holes for light. A star you see, Created by me... As i dance across the darkness. A creature of the night, I become what you despise. Or, for many. A dearly cherished prize. I am night, darkness, The void above all, The moon is my Master, The stars are my slaves. No one can resist me, I cannot be stopped, Covered eyes is no retreat, Don't be brave. What a horror... What a dream. But wait, listen, do you hear? No? The sounds of night so clear. A wolf, with blood red fangs, Howling on a roof top. A vampire bat that seeks it's prey, Dracula!  A myth so long forgot. A ghost train whistling far away, It's tracks no longer laid. A man so lost, drunk, confused, Shouting at the fool he made... Fiery anger built in me, To release when night was here. On an unsuspecting human race, Inside their minds i'll peer. Or perhaps instead i'll sit aloft, Upon a cloud, or layered fog, Simply floating farther off, This world i wish was gone. Just to watch the stars, To see them glitter bright, Blinking, flashing fever... of our one and only night. Starry, starry sky, Why do you cry, Those tears of white? My universe, I love you... Your such a perfect sight. Starry, starry sky, Such beautiful pearls, Gleaming hard every night. My universe, You never tire... Your such a perfect sight. So now i will retire, I'm going to do this right, I'll be a star become the night. I'll fade and disappear when quickly comes the light. Can you imagine me a star? What a sight... What a horror... What a dream. © on Jan 07 2002 09:54 PM PST, harry luck    0 • 10