In the sky I see diamonds
that sparkle with joy.
They move and they circle,
the sky is thier toy.
They have no absolute way that they move
no constant,
no rhyme, no rhythm, no groove.
They paint the sky
a wonderous beauty
I wish I could share
the feel they give to me.
I stare at them falling into a trance
I succumb to a peaceful, luminous romance.
What they do to me can-not be fully explained
they are what they are
unto me they remain.
Can anyone see them?
I wish I could share,
the beauty at which
I so often stare?
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