Consider, O Lord, how You sit atop the sky;like a man in a glass bottom boat.Consider sky elsewhere; worn thin as a mattress.

I long to drift through turquoise skies;race the wind in rampant flight.Ruddy chains have framed my eyes,they seize my heart and stain the light.

I eat overcast skies for breakfast, because sunlight isn’t filling enough. As a lover, I’m a bring-my-own-umbrella kind of guy, because a soup bowl doesn’t offer enough space or protection.

It’s a shiny tin can of a day, bright but gray. Welcome to one of Florida’s two overcast days per year. A Florida winter can last a brutally long 48 hours, and in that time...

The prairie skies can always make you see more than what you believe.

Dream takes you to skies and reality just to the bed.

Hell-on-skis, can you hear me? This is flying cupcake.

She is the girl from the Rainbows,with Twinie eyes and Silky hair…She is short, she is Cute, Her Smile will put you on mute…She is Quick, she is Fast, she is Witty,As Sweet as Kitty…She...

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave… Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

They talk about big skies in the western United States, and they may indeed have them, but you have never seen such lofty clouds, such towering anvils, as in Iowa in July.

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver…overflowing with stars.

That dandy, the sky, enters blue-suitedsun like a scotch in hand.

Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.