Sky waits
Sky waits expectant,
recognises each wandering eye,
knowing when tears will spill,
clouds yawning wide.
Dark lisps, it cannot jell,
silver curls itself twinkling,
threads the pitch, embroiders
tiny footprints to guide the way
for lost souls still wandering,
moonlight snaking through
the hush.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 4, 2021
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