the sky cannot rhyme. so this ballad you will have to read.

slow, slight and whispered. these words you must heed. 

once upon a dreary moon, the sea looked right above.

and in its blue glass eyes, saw one thing worth its love. 

the same dreary moon shone, as the sky peered below,

for in the muted moonlight, the ripples seemed to glow. 

as eyes alike embraced, with warmth of the same hue,

emerged a love in plain sight. and soon, the sky was due. 

frothy white clouds and motherhood grew upon the sky, 

for in loneliness above, to birth her young she wailed her cry.

the sea caught as they fell, their budding children of water.

substance of their father sea was every little fallen daughter. 

and so, the much tired sky howled its melancholy scream.

wishing for this terrible pain to be nothing but a dream.

for the sea she had loved, and their children she had bore,

but after much hope and promise, she was left all alone.

but if only the sky knew that it was her that made him blue.

that the sea reflected the sky, that it wasn't even his hue. 

mother wind screams to the sky that it is she that is worthy.

that she mustn't be the one to weep, that sea is at her mercy. 

the birds are merely visitors, and the stars are much too far.

nothing, dear reader, can embrace the sky's weeping heart. 

for the she is the outcast creator, why is it that you can't see?

we send voyagers to space, but not the ozone that we breathe. 

now the sky is shrivelled up, and curling in with dread,

for as soon as this love started, this love found its end.

once upon a dreary moon, the sky slowly shut its eyes.

this broken world and broken love she quietly denies. 

while sky slept, the dreary quiet moon became no more bright.

it tucked beneath the mattress, and there emerged a new light. 

the sun burnt down on the waves, and then ended the night. 

and so the sun rose, and the sky's eyes blinked open,

for now the sky had something close, warm and golden. 

light cascaded the sky; it kissed her through and through,

i was told love never perishes, and it seems that was true.