The touch of the sky is firm and fine
As its tears that flow are vestigial and benign
Take me not yet oh Heaven for I need more time
I will forever be the spectator of your beauty sublime.
Heaven is blue and gray and orange and black
Like men spontaneous, acts shift as they are taken aback
Blue as they frown, gray as they surrender
Orange as they smile and black as they deeply ponder.
Heaven is an ocean of patches and warmth and chill
Like lovers juxtaposed to bring emotions more thrill
Those who love passionately and those who want eagerly
Love like Heaven is for those who feel very deeply.
Heaven is Bronze, Silver and Gold
As it is an honor to be roofed by the vast uncanny and bold
The sky, bronze as it is what we see last;
Silver as it is where we live and Gold as it is a reward to those trust.
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