Paint Me A Sky

Paint Me A Sky
Christopher Bogart

Paint me a sunset.
Paint me a sky
Of peacock dark
And streaked pink pale
Where birds to the hills
Last fly.

Paint me a canopy
Of midnight blue,
Sprinkled with silver
And flecks of light
That ever so slyly wink
At the pewter moon.

Paint me a morning
Ever so bright.
Dab it with brush strokes
Of yellow and white.
Turn fields of flowers
Faced to the pale blue sky.


And then
As the light
Passes over the fold,
Turning bright green to dark green,
And yellow to gold,
Let me, through the fields of high grasses, run
As I reach to the heavens
To follow the sun.