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| Under a sky |
| Under a sky |
| there is only today -- |
| from a dawn I can almost remember, |
| I follow the path of the sun. |
| I will look to my own sky, |
| everchanging, |
| will learn this life's art |
| of living beneath it; |
| the sky of my birth, |
| my lifelong companion |
| its endless blue spaces, |
| where clouds play the path |
| of a wandering sun; |
| a sky stretching timeless, |
| my best-laid plans |
| could never embrace all it holds, |
| and from where I now stand |
| I never again will touch yesterday, |
| only the here and the now. |
| I will follow my own sky, |
| to travel beneath it |
| on my life's passage |
| from now into twilight, |
| not hiding from the passing of time |
| and stand beneath it alone |
| in the midst of the people |
| whose lives I will touch |
| as the world changes with me |
| hour by hour, under a sky |
| countless others |
| have looked to in awe |
| since beginning of time, |
| that now is my life's sky -- |
| the one I'll embrace with my eyes. |
| © Jon Bohrn (1998) |
