Skies

I will always look up the sky as its changing colors.

Feel my heart beating fast as I see the setting sun.

Enjoying the warmth of the morning when it raises the next day.

They say angels painted the sky or those who were called back to heaven painted it on the day God took them away.

This is far more than admiration.

This is love.

This is falling in love as I watch the sky turns from blue to purple,

to pink like cotton candies, to blazing orange flames way over the horizon.

Raising my hands up trying to imagine what would it feel like touching those clouds?

What would it feel like seeing the setting sun up close and saying goodbye and goodnight?

I will forever wonder what to color the skies when it’s my time to go.

Should i paint it gray or blue just so they know i tried my best to be happy too?

Or should i blush pink because finally I’m at peace with no other worries to think.