Sky

The ice cold snap of a winter blue sky.
It stretches above pulling the eye.
Not the hazy, lazy summer blue.
A cold that strikes the heart of you.
It whispers to the heart, says you can fly.
Could run through fire and never die.
A space so big it dwarfs the mind.
The eyes are opened, we're no longer blind.
Standing below, our attention is caught.
Trapped in reverie of potentially naught.
It washes away our built up selves.
We've never felt the depths it delves.
A deep blue sky, does bare your soul.
Makes you strive for the impossible goal.