A perfectly blue sky
hung overhead
all day long.
Something about such a sky
makes you wonder deep and wide.
Something about such a sky
makes you release yourself
just a little bit more
than you ordinarily do.
Something about a sky
without clouds
makes you carefree
and almost endless.
Something about such a sky
unfetters you
releasing you from yourself
and letting your heart float
like a bright red balloon
into the sky’s vastness.
And there
you disappear
and become the sky.
Poetic Alchemist 
Thanks Dan! And Love!
Yes!
Thanks Polona, Aurora, and Gautami. I appreciate your comments.
Blue skies, to me, are magical. They fill you, and at the same time empty you. A sense of spaciousness is essential to grasping our spiritual nature, I believe.
The last stanza is so good. Loved it, don.
I love sky-watching for hours at a time.:)
i know what you mean.
yes, beautiful!
Thank you Pat. Glad you enjoyed it.
Beautiful!!