Under the Innocent Sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Under the Innocent Sky
By: Adam M. Snow

 

Under the innocent sky,
ever serene and fair.
Beauty is the stars on high,
taking away our despair.

 

Ever so silent it can be,
with still a melody that can be heard.
Close your eyes imagine free,
with wings stretched wide, like a morning bird.

 

Soaring through the dark blue sky,
ever serene and fair;
joining with the stars on high,
feeling the wind between your hair.

 

Even though the dream's not true,
we can still admire from afar,
the beauty the sky, so dark and blue,
and the many dancing stars.

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Nice picture as well as imagery in the poem itself. I really like this.

[Caradoc]

The yearning for freedom from earthly cares in this piece came through strongly. I found the rhyme enjoyable and the imagery stimulating. I also liked how it was slightly repetitive. Humans have always wished to be free of their pain and sense of being bound. To that end, the sky has always been a symbol of freedom.

You did a great job on this one.

-Caradoc

[Brianna Brie]

I adore the way you took us from the ground and brought us to the stars. Great way to think outside of the box. Lovely poem!

[Adam M. Snow]

Thank you so much

[Clara]

Oh so pretty and whimsical. Love it.

[Adam M. Snow]

Glad you enjoyed it

[Alana McGuire]

I love the soft, optimistic feel of this. It's an encouraging step to just relax and allow yourself to be happy and appreciate the little things. The picture with it is very fitting, as well. :)

[Rob Funk]

Refreshing my friend. Keep up the outstanding work.

[TL Boehm]

This is soft and lovely - it flits and pinions on feathered wings some where between love song and lullaby both romantic and very innocent. Well done.

[marie]

this is amazing:) i have fallen in love with your work all over again:)expertly pieced:) the serenity you place in these words are boundless:) thank you for sharing this:)

[Friday]

A beautiful picture indeed and well rhymed. Wilde may have liked the dancing stars...