Litany

To the sky I pray
For I have had to give up what I have
In order to be what I am not yet

From the sky I took its blue
The color of the blankets
It spreads across its lonely bed
For I can offer only that to you

At the sky I shout
Because my voice was not made for singing
Or surely I would have composed a song for you instead

Of the sky I am part
Just for today

Until the night washes the day away
With black inked palms
And I give in to what I am not

Oh sky
Again