sky

When the sun goes down, melting away his caresses into the sky which consonants with the ocean, lively colors are scattered through the deep pale depth during some short sensuous instants. Later, as by art of magic, light is consumed into the infinite horizon giving space to the poked voidness and its full-cristal-covered vastness. Then, to mystify the night, a marvelous and alluring sentinel rests next to us through the vivid night, just until the next prismatic fest arrives with its celebrating aperture.

There are times when a man has need of the open heavens to compass his thoughts.

The sky is a canvas, so paint your own life.

When I was a child, I used to look at the sky and wonder how were stars fixed on the canopy and why didn't they fall on Earth. I also wondered why they disappeared in day time. When I grew up, all my questions got answered, but I lost my innocence.

The day stared back an empty gray, with not a speck of white to give character to the lifeless sky.

If this turns to friendship, it only meansThat one of us will suffer.That when we meet after the worst of endings,There will only be this skein of words between us__ost of them for boredom, fewer for loneliness__ising out of our mutual space of breath, leavingBehind a bluer sky each moment of departure.And one of us will cling on to its blue,Hung on partings like a muted cloud, whileThe other rides on a wing of word away from here.

I want to hear the wind in the trees. Feel the sun warm my back. I want to see birds fly in a sky with no boundaries.

If I were to sit on the ocean floor and look toward the sky,I might see a whale or electric eel or octopus pass by.And if I decided to jump straight up and reach with open arms,I might feel the pleasure of ocean flight propel me __id their swarms.But if I were seated upon the shore and looking toward the stars,I might see a comet or falling star near Mercury or Mars.Then if I decided to jump straight up and reach with open hands,I might feel despair when my feet refused to leave the shoreline sand.And so I return to the ocean depths where swimming creatures fly,For there I can soar with the whales and fish that daily touch the sky.

I cast my eyes out to the seaAnd gaze at all eternity.until forever turns to night.My eyes then lift to catch starlight.

The Moon always finds an opportunity to turn our attention from the ground beneath our feet to the sky above our head!

You be the sun, I'll be the moon, let's share the stars and dance in the sky.

The sight of a palm tree silhouetted against the sky made even his life feel like a movie

No, Sky. You didn't tell her everything_you told you everything. Those things happened to you, not to someone else. They happened to Hope. They happened to Sky. They happened to the best friend that I loved all those years ago, and they happened to the best friend I love who__ looking back at me right now.

If You Are Feeling Blue, Try To Paint The Sky With It. When Its Done, Look At It And Then Definitely The Golden Sun Will Come Out From You To Brighten Up Your Entire Day....

I'm really hoping he__ being genuine because I can already tell he isn't the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on. He__ the kind of guy you fall hard for, and the thought of that terrifies me. I don__ really want to fall hard for anyone at all, especially someone who__ only making an effort because he thinks I'm easy. I also don__ want to fall for someone who has already branded himself hopeless. But I'm curious. So curious.

This is a place where grandmothers hold babies on their laps under the stars and whisper in their ears that the lights in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven.

God begins to paint the clouds in the eastern sky when the mountains butterflies come flying home

...my heart is a desolate field over which geese vee, the sky turns and the days lie fallow...