The Sky

Remain silent, oh sky so lost,

beloved sky, with hope embossed.

You seem a page, just freshly glued,

by God upon this room, subdued.

I stand in silence, facing the breeze,

its weary wings it strains to freeze.

Suffering, in endless grief,

it stirs our lives, and gives no relief.

I listen close, your song so raw,

like mourning fresh with morning's thaw.

You're here with me, then far away,

only street lamps light your way.