A Sky Reborn.

A Sky Reborn

The skies were dying, dying fast
Melting and morphing into black

Our eyes stored up tears
For the flood that would come
From the death of the heavens
When the day was all done

And we waited and trembled
For the moment of death
When the clouds would roar up
And claim their last breath

So we held our floodgates,
Waiting firmly to mourn
But the grim fate was stolen
By a skyscape reborn

After many bleak days
With a heaven from hell
One sweet day we awoke
To bright blues and pastels

For the skies were not dying, dying fast
But only renewing their love from the past.

Written 9.22.09 @ 9:24 PM