Prickles on my neck
Strain in my eyes
I am insignificant,
blue skies
A speck,
Roaming wild
Lost in senses
a Wide-eyed child
Looking through coloured lenses
Reflected in my eyes
Blue skies
Insignificant specks
With colorless eyes and
Yokes around their necks
SSmoothing In The Skies
Filled with flight, this poem sails among bleak clouds, the "Yoke" dazzling! - Stella