Vanilla Skies.

• Emma Polhill, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2011

There is no name, for the colour of light,
As the sounds of life fade, with the vanilla skies.

The sun has gone, for the moon will arise,
I think to myself, as I walk into night.

The stars blink, like a million eyes,
The trees whisper secrets, but tell no lies.

When the wind breezes past me, I smell it's soft scent.
Like Lilac, with Honey, and Peppermint.

The night air is cool, against my skin,
And I wonder, all these years, where have I been?

I let myself walk, away from my past,
My heart begins to lighten, its instant, so fast.

Yes, the sun has gone, but the moon has arisen,
And I think I've done well, with the life I've been given.