sky
You heard the wind
Sing your name
And when the night was
At its blackest, the
Stars spelt it out.
You read the sky.
You sailed gently
Atop the silvery moon,
To the purple castles
Where all of our most
Exquisite creatures belong.
I look to the sky.
My little friend, you run
To the stars, sleep at
Peace with the angels
And come sunrise, march into your
Empire - march like the king that you are.
You're the king of the sky.
Carly Findlay,
June 2000