I Look Up To The Skie..
What Is It About The Skie That Is So Mysterious? It Just Makes Me Want To Reach Out To It, Although I Know I Can Never Touch It. I Reach Out To It, Hoping To Touch Its Clouds, Looking As Soft As Silk, The Spacious Skie, Running On For Miles. The Air That Breathes Onto Me As It Sighs. The Smiles I See As The Stars Emerge. Oh How I Love The Skie And Its Mysterious Ways, Its Mysterious Actions And Nature. Maybe One Day I Can Touch The Skie, And Cradle As It Has Cradled Me In Its Warm Arms And Fiery Kisses. Maybe One Day I Can Claim It As My Own, As It Years To Claim Me. I Want The Skie To Be Mine, The Real Question At Hand Is This; Will It Let Me Claim It As I Have Claimed It Many Times Before? Or Will It Make Me Wait Until That Wonderful Day Where I Can Return Its Warm Hugs And Fiery Kisses? All Will Be Known And When It Is Known, A Smile Shall Spread Across Lips That Dare Not Smile As So For Any Other. MayI Become One With The Skie As It Has Become One With Me On Many A Starry Night.