sky

Then, like a shimmering disk too rich and clear to be described, the sun slipped over the horizon and lined everything with gold. It was like seeing the world being born, and we were the sole witnesses.

But you said you love me. You don__ just leave after that.

So, Zed, isn__ this a killer outfit?___ertainly a killer, baby.___ood, because I__e bought another five just like it.___ou horrible, teasing fairy. If you really have more of those fashion disasters in your bags, I__ gonna hang you on top of the family Christmas tree in December.

Learn to use your third eye and you__l be able to see beyond the sky. There is no limit, except that which you impose upon yourself.

You never needed wings to fly,You only needed love.

The sky, I thought, is not so grand;I 'most could touch it with my hand!And reaching up my hand to try,I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

Don't search Dreams in the sky, they need strong footage on earth.

I have always loved the many moods of the sky at Rocky Flats. Turquoise and teal in summer, fiery red at sunset, iron gray when snow is on the way. The land rolls in waves of tall prairie grass bowed to the wind, or sprawling mantles of white frosted with a thin sheath of ice in winter.

I live you," I whisper to him. He kisses my head again and signs into my hair. "I don't think I live you back anymore. I'm pretty sure I've moved beyond that. Actually, I'm positive I've moved beyond that, but I'm still not ready to say it to you. When I say it, I want it to be separate from this day. I don't want you to remember it like this.

I can already tell he isn't the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on. He's the kind of guy you fall hard for, and the thought of that terrifies me.

My eyes trail from his hand to the tattoo written in small script across his forearm. Hopeless

Our hair points to the sky, the place we'd rather be....

Once I really looked at the sky, I wanted to go on looking; it seemed to draw me towards it and make me listen hard, though there was nothing to listen to, not so much as a twig was stirring.

We are angrier with the sky than with our actions.

I saw a star, I reached for it. I missed, so I accepted the sky

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought, and no doubt if you are of a mystical tendency, consolation, and even explanation, shower down from the unbroken surface.

A beautiful poem is like a beautiful sky and a beautiful sky is like a beautiful poem!

I look up in the sky, what do I see? Well blue.