Looking up

I gazed upon the generous window—
The blue, impartial sky. 

The sky cleared a cold expanse 
Of autumn canopy. 

The sky had me covered with
The lighter drape of clouds, 

And leavened my vision twice—
It did, by the achromatic shroud. 

So I threw my head back 
With lethargic haste, and

Pulled over a feeble blanket, 
And slept—

Higher still my mind did float,
Higher and higher my still repose—

And above the highest point of view—
A perfect sense of crystal blue.

Dale Chou
2012-10-20