Blue, blue sky,
blue as your true love's eyes.
Bluer than Don's million miles.
On a day
this clear, you can see right past
tomorrow, if not forever.
Bright, bright sun,
sun to light dark corners
and throw shadows to the ground.
With a light
so bright, you can read fortunes
in the lines on your butterscotch skin.

Comments
Ewan | April 28, 2010 - 06:55
Not very funny, Paul.