Trading Skies

A Collab & Work in Progress with yu-nomii.
(Go watch her, you won't regret it. )

dear ashq,

i.
I look to the azure splashed above
to watch for the passing whites
the foaming waves of a gentle breeze
painted by the wings of angels

it is
an ephemeral masterpiece
-- never constant , always changing --

a smile spreads across my lips
&& I thank the sky
for today's surprise ♥


dear nomi,

ii.
The sun is nothing more
than a slice of light on the horizon,
a brilliant promise of glowing mornings,
hot afternoons, and lazy afternoons
spent sipping lemonade in the porch swing.

The roosters crowed long ago,
but the birds are just beginning their chorus --
a chirp here, a twitter there.
There is a robin on my windowsill,
ordinary,
but his wings pressed against the rising sun
make him seem a phoenix.

A new day, a good morning.
I call myself a sparrow and stretch
my soft wings.


dear ashq,

iii.
A gray blanket embraces the celestial ceiling
suffocating the sunrays
leaving the word in a monochrome

I'm waiting
for the sky to cry
&& let out its emotions

I'm waiting
so that its sorrow could be showered away
so that the oppressive clouds would drain itself
upon the thirsty grass
and refresh the Earth
with every drip
and every drop

But for now the sky remains
and left here I am to wait.


dear nomi,

iv.
"Do you want a ride?"

I look away from his
Little red pick-up
And stare up at the sun
For perhaps a second too long.

The clouds crackle with static
Like whispy fireworks in daylight.
The heat from the spring sunshine
Settles slowly on my round face
And sinks deeper into my skin.

"Nah, I think I'll walk."

He stuffs his keys in his pocket
And slings his backpack over his shoulder.
"I think I will, too."

I like to imagine
That our shadows on the pavement
Look just like the clouds --
Insubstantial, yet glimmering on the edges
Like the static crackles in the sky.


dear ashq,

v.
6.. Six little stars, embedded into the black backdrop
I counted it once again, just to make sure
then wished to myself that there were more
5.. Five fancy cars lined up by the sidewalk
Glistened by the yellow glow of the street lamps
but I know they won't rest there for long
4.. Four towering skyscrapers, supporting the clouds
each with a billion lighted windows
reminding me of the million nonexistent stars
that should be hanging above
3.. Three giggling girls, running all about
playing to their hearts content
I longed to be one of them
2.. Two curious sisters, May and me
standing, dazed, in New York City
counting the stars that should be there

One lovely moon,
creamy white,
smiles down upon us

I wondered if my friends at home
were looking at the moon too
I hoped they were,
or at least, looking at the sky with me

No matter how far apart we are
At least we can always share the moon.


dear nomi,

vi.
But what if I can't bear to share?

The moon is creamy and robust,
haloed tonight,
a round angel with craters for eyes
and the Sea of Tranquility for a mouth.
She floats without wings, ethereal,
pale, and without a doubt,
naturally magical.

I like her --
A guardian that watches over me
and the flickering streetlamp
next to the drugstore.
Her light bids me goodnight
once again.