The Same Sky, by Lily Fitzsimmons

The Same Sky

Like ships on the cold, black sea,

feathery clouds drift over the twinkling sky.

We are alone,

but the same sky blinks one thousand miles away.

Feathery clouds drift over the twinkling sky.

The trickle of the outgoing tide sounds like a melody.

The same sky blinks one thousand miles away,

raising more questions than answers.

The trickle of the outgoing tide sounds like a melody,

and the salt of the sea settles on my skin.

Raising more questions than answers,

I can cover the universe with my thumb.

The salt of the sea settles on my skin

while feathery clouds drift over the twinkling sky.

I can cover the universe with my thumb,

but the same sky blinks one thousand miles away.