Dreaming of Sky

reaching upwards I touch a star
burning and cold it splinters
leaving bits and pieces of shiny
colored glass over my face
across the universe
in my eyes...

waving my hands I send them out
sparkling and flying high then low
rainbows dropping here and there
sent from elsewhere and tomorrow
leave salty trails of tears
and bubbles of laughter

clear cold tracks from
heart to mind and back again
confusion in the swirling emotions
I catch and release these
moments, the colors of life
that lay in my hands

like a fist full of sky
or an ear full of music
too rich and complex for a
mere mortal like me
to comprehend or capture
with words.