Blue Sky

I lie
Under a blue sky
Back damp from the morning dew
I breathe deep
until my head begins to spin
Wishing the clouds
In their white puffy glory
Might swirl through
The atmosphere
And onto my tongue
Dissolving like cotton candy
My words
Float from my throat
And dance on the wind
Being chased by the remnants
Of the dead dandelions
That cover the hill around me
I cry
Under a blue sky
When I think of the days
I came here with you.