Open Sky

There's something about a clear blue sky. Maybe it's the fact that it stretches on forever, maybe it's the fact that the absence of a cloud cover in peak summer heat makes you wish you had some sort of supernatural control over the weather, but one way or another, it gets you thinking.

The sun-blaze ripe upon my face
Tells me to breathe free
Unhesitating.
A cloudless sky stretches wide,
Limitless in conception
Breathtaking.
For every man a throne to own
A song to sing from dusk to dawn
No ceiling on their wildest dreams
However childish they may seem.

I've always found it amusing when foreigners talk about a nice Indian summer....really? How can any weather that slowly chars you to a crisp be considered 'nice'? Oh well, to each his own. It's the middle of May, and all I'm saying is, i can hardly wait for it to pour...