Ultramarine

When the sky comes calling

You can feel it on your skin.

The way it crawls up from below

As thoughts begin to swim.

Some welcome it with open arms,

The gift of Heaven's love.

Others strain and fight the pull,

Untrusting the above.

She gives no promise, joy, or pain,

That's not her part to play.

The sky simply opens for the heart

Only you can choose to stay.