why not sky

why not the sky
blue to touch
pink streaking down
icy winds climb to speed

never before realizing there is nothing more personal than the grave
this day i heard that howling
that day those stories
messages came

so why not me
(balanced moon invites apache full around)

daylights turned down
mountain into black
shiny returns to morning
sure returns to my early childhood falsehood

this waiting for you no more is

you are here

where the blue goes