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Pull In The Sky
I sit by the window every morning and pull in the sky,
Sometimes it’s just too far away,
Clouds brushing the top of mountains,
The sun sunk too low for the time of morning,
And the sky the dullest shade of grey.
But that’s not how it has to be,
I pull up the sun an inch,
And the sky is golden with promise,
I pull the clouds down and beg the wind to start,
And the small boy at the bus stop by my house,
Can find pictures in the sky for fun,
I bring in the warmth next,
Slowly, oh so slowly,
Reluctant to let go of the cold,
But so ready for the warm picnic weather.
Sometimes I sit by the window and pull in the sky,
And I pretend it’s for other people,
Until I love myself enough,
To tell myself,
It’s always been for me.
