The Stoic Sky Speaks

Come and drench me in your love... 
hide me in your grey embrace. 
I feel so blue all day long, 
that at night I try to draw your face. 
I release the firefly stars in the dark 
and watch them twinkle around. 
I take a bite from the silver bowl 
and make a crunching sound. 
At times I wear a rainbow scarf, 
at times a pink puffy gown. 
I play all day with a golden ball 
and at evening I kick it back down. 
The sound of Spring feels so good, 
while the Summers make me simmer. 
The melancholy Autumns seem so sad 
and the Winters make me shiver. 
They say I am too wise and vast 
as I hold together night and day. 
Yet I feel so lonely and downcast, 
will you hold my hand and stay?

© Taruchaya