Noveyre

Under That Sky

And the morning sighs up with a yawning Sun 

with clouds like sheep bounding away with the night 

making way for the cobalt skies,

cobalt skies unturned from coal. 

Under that sky 

selling gold for souls and songs 

and laughs are little memories 

lasting for eternity 

Under that sky 

roams unknown and living dead 

ghosts and babies unborn yet, 

dancing,sitting,singing, silence 

Under that sky 

hours of minutes eroding a planet 

dreaming voids and hopeful anguish 

lovely loves and lying honest 

Under that sky.