January 23, 2008
By Cody Calderon, Edmeston, NY

Sweep the sky with wispy fingers,
Peel the sunlight from its face.
Float most gently 'cross the canvas,
Choosing any random shape.
Let your downpour fall from heaven,
Be they tears from godly eyes.
As the rays shine through
Like beams of light,
You’ll find me not surprised.
How your magnitude compels me,
Drawing high your graceful plot.
Breezing swiftly over patterns,
Sketched by hand from over top.
How you fall beyond horizons,
Dare I not to follow through.
How I envy at your freedom
As I wish myself to you.

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