Open Sky

Behold, the sky is yet to close,

The vast stretch of infinity has a tranquil pose.

The open sky has undulating ripples of blue,

Like a florid floor festooned with hue.

The fluttering wings seek solitary bliss,

Away from mundane boundaries.

Into the folds of cloudy pearls,

Dancing with the jocund whirls.

The open sky speaks words enticing,

Showering petals in grooves of spring. 

Sprinkling drops of holy hearts,

On mortal grounds in tranquil arts.

The winds of mazarine hues unfurl,

Splaying out in coltish swirls.

Holding rays of the amber ball,

And uttering canorous luring call.

Twinkling stars and pellucid moon,

Proclaims vibes of an aeonian boon.

Into the tracks of the open sky,

Their alluring aura runs too high.

My gleaming eyes with myriad dreams,

Count through words of glinting themes.

The open sky with mysteries deep,

Will never let my soul sleep.