Natural Inspiration

Sweet dreams of dark, clear skies,
Ripping at the seams of each glance.
The breath of God, the eyes of heaven,
Searing, burning, shining in a dance

When the hope of the hopeless
Has slipped into that deep dark,
The moon is a gift, it hides
In a secret little box with my heart

Ink stroked skies in hued shades,
You are the sun that glows above,
Burning through my eager eyes
In the white hot intensity of my love

When snow falls on crystal lakes,
And all else in this world dies...
When hope is lost, and love is pain
Simply look at dark, clear skies...