The Sky

The overcast did not stop the thinking
of you
the warmness of morning rays
the coolness of morning breeze
the chirping of morning whispers
Everything actually lives in your eyes
as sky
swooshing magic of cloud
just like you
I couldn't just stay as the land
to be that still
to be that insensitive
I naturally have to dissolve myself into the sea
and never want to be quenched