Skies Reflected

“Look up! See the clouds, now check again. Where does the sky end? Or is it all, a simple reflection?” Gun Roswell

Skies reflected

The clouds gathered

Onto the lower skies

Simply getting reflected

Wherever the glass lies

Be careful though

As the winds may blow

Shifting the position

Constantly without hesitation

The eyes might be very slow

To adjust to the very flow

And so

The illusion between

The real and the make believe

Will get fuzzy enough to leave

The current onlooker

In a bit of a confusion

And so loosing the sense

Of any kind of reality

Seeing the truth uncanny

And so being fooled

By total fantasy

But hey

It is all good

Just have to know

Which way to look