Vanilla Skies
Swirling motions
hovering by
These are my
vanilla skies
Summer blues
Winter whites
Blended wonders
More than high
They fill me up
And blend me in
They overreach
with layers thin
Wilted moments
glow as gold
They bloom like spring
Their captive hold
Where nothing feels
as free as this
In awe I know
it's clear as mist
The sights
reflected in my eye
These are my
vanilla skies