That sky looks like paintbrush strokes

Like fish scales or tire tracks in the sky

On a neighborhood stroll I see it overhead all the folks

Blue-purple ripples amid orange cream

Light pink and soft yellow on the horizon

It’s like a dream

I watch the birds flyin

If I had a daughter I’d name her Skyler

Maybe Sky I would call her

I can’t help but look at the sky

All those colors and shapes attract my eyes

It changes through the hours

It turns colors in season

I think about all my seasons

And wonder why

I wonder what would Sky be like

I walk home in the fading light

Wondering what my daughter would be like

My walk, the colors, the birds, my vision fades

Just like fish swimming away
Or like aspirations at bay