Saturday, July 9, 2016

And if the sky

And if the sky were the ocean, the birds her fish,
the earth our boat — what better wish than this kiss
of the gray breeze, ’cross the bough,
through the mist?

O cloud sails! Confess! It is love that fills thee,
and a child that knows thee best!


Jan said...

Very beautiful, it.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan....