Sky comes down,
\nnot blue,
\nbut gray,
\nwithout zenith
\nor immensity.
\nThe sky comes down
\nto the grass and me.
\nThrough the knitting
\nof new leaves,
\ntidewater green,
\nso still,
\ndreams have wings,
\nthoughts can fly.<\/p>\n
All with all,
\nthings touch each other,
\nmillennial stone,
\nephemeral flower.
\nEarth, love,
\nlife song and poem,
\nso still,
\nsky inside the soul,
\njust you,
\njust me,
\nand spring at dawn.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sky comes down, not blue, but gray, without zenith or immensity. The sky comes down to the grass and me. Through the knitting of new…<\/p>\n