Sky blue sky

As I peer upon the skies I wonder what unruly skies could birth such endless blues and dyes. Iridescent hues of blues and dyes. The light bends low where daylight dies, still spilling soft its blues and dyes; I wonder what unruly hand could paint such blues across the land. Iridescent hues of blues and dyes. And as the evening slowly flies, the heavens hum with blues and dyes— I wonder what wild hands devised such restless hues across the skies. Iridescent hues of blues and dyes. That the blue hues and softly dyes, perhaps it’s the mystery of the skies, hiding behind the stranger’s guise— its truth disguised in blues and dyes. Iridescent hues of blues and dyes.