Bright, sweet, and high,
Flooded and wide—
Big blue skies.

With lovely clouds
And birds that sing—
Birds sing so loud.

So serene and light,
The wind dances in my hair
And the flying letters I write.

So bright that it dazed me—
Like a bird migrating,
Crossing the deepest sea.

Behind these gray curtains
Of wrath and tears,
There's a shine after a rain.

With big blue skies
Everything is fine,
And we're all going to fly.


© Joel Gigante