Bowl Full Of Sky Is In My Mind.

I took it upon myself one day,
To fill a bowl with sky
I scooped the vast space with a spoon,
The sparkling blue stars brought tears to my eyes.

I took a bite out of the sky
It crunched and melted and fizzed
It reminded me of the days of life
I had experienced until this.

It had a taste I cannot describe
In just these words
I realized how bleak life is
To not imagine it first.

The experience had frightened me,
yet,
I was so happy,
I cried
I felt that I had to write
About my bowl of sky

Now, I might be greedy,
For stealing from the sky,
But the sky will never, ever end
Just as long as it is in my mind.