**If** it weren’t for the shivering cold

Or the blistering heat

**They would** always stay outside

To spend time in a pleasant place

A dry oasis filled with rain

A sun with light not bright to strain

**Just** right enough

To be correct

Not wrong enough to be righteous

**Let** the sky be where it is

And **me** on ground

With no aspiration to touch it

A **back** exposed to air unfiltered

Because you know it doesn’t matter

**In the** presence of

Dimished love

The **house** just does not matter

**Then** **we** **wouldn’t** have an issue

Huddled masses

Blown in tissues

Fiscal fissures

Nothing worth a miss too

Wouldn’t the sun not be lovely

If it didn’t shine it’s brighteness

Maybe it’s closeness is sharpened in pain

And given way a reason to bite it

**This **sky seems so close to weave dreams

On skin thread

And when it seems so far

You go home to lay in bed

And when you close your eyes

And you imagine and you dream

You make a home to go back to

And knit your **problems** into weaves