Sky is a guide dog.
He will lick you
into light.
His eyes are pools of sparks.
He is a star hound.
Sky leads us across the universal fields,
opens up the lids of daydreams,
teaches us to feel
those tender rays.
Sky’s vista runs deep,
shows up a braille galaxy.
In this cold, blind dark,
we follow his moonlit trail.
We marry our lonely visions with his
and see
heaven.
KEITH ARMSTRONG
