Masks Of The Sky

• Dylan Power, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2009

Innocent sky of blue,
stained by clouds of white.
Oh how I long to be there,
where everything is cool.

Beautiful sunset sky,
stained like blood across the wall.
Softly breaking into dusk,
where everything must be hushed.

Dark velvet night sky,
speckled with tiny glittering dreams.
Oh how long we've watched across you,
you forever being our guide in the darkness..

Soft glowing dawn,
breaking into daylight.
The sun reverses back to face us,
and the guides of dusk hide again.