Blue Eyed Sky The light of the sky shines ever blue Rolling with light and clouds of white Dancing in the days remain the settle of the edge A bright or broad set scale, such it was degree Gentle and smooth like a soft spring breeze The broad and unnecessary freedom it yields Allows those to rise up to the pointed light If only and only there were more to the place Wherein the parted skies shall ride the light of the sun More than the constraining grey field of the looming mandate Upon the edge on part of what is gathered It is in eye of the storm that true blue may shine through. Blue Eyed Sky.