Poem: Pieces of Sky

World appears as a dew drops
Scattered on the buds of our eyes
Outstretched hands can reach
To pluck pieces of sky

Our hopes and aspirations
Mingled with naivety
Makes journey's end
Seems almost a certainty

We start to build our castles
With rock, pebble and sand
Using unstable mortar
On an ever shifting land

We choose to forget
One basic premise
Each day we live
Brings us closer to our demise

We do't know
If our dreams will come true
Or if it necessarily should

We don't know
The things we do
Are for greater good

We don't know
At the endgame
How the pieces will rest

But we do know
That journey must end
As we all are guests

So reassess the way you live
Pluck pieces of sky and merrily give

© Ratish
Didcot
26th Apr 2015