Waves In The Sky

Oh wow, look at the sky
Huge open undulating clouds
In shades of gray and light pastels
They look like waves on the ocean
I haven't seen anything like that in years
Since the ones I saw at camp when I was a child

Waves in the sky at sunset, I called them
God that memory is still so vivid
I can still see it as if I'd taken a photograph
But I was too young for a camera
It really doesn't matter anyway
Because the image is etched on my soul

I remember the evening clearly
It was after we'd had dinner
There was still plenty of daylight left
So I went outside by myself
Just to walk around
Since I couldn't get in the water

The grass was soft to my bare feet
The air was still warm
The winds were calm
The sound of the waves could be heard
Gently slapping against the boathouse
And lapping at the shore

The sun had already begun to set
And the sky was simply amazing
There were these undulating clouds
Bright pink and orange waves
Reflected on the surface of the lake
I was so deeply moved by the sight

So I grabbed a beach towel from the clothesline
And an inner tube from one of Grampa's huge tractor tires
And walked out to the end of the dock
I put the tube down and laid the towel over it
Then draped my legs over one side
And leaned my head against the other and watched

As the sun sank below the horizon
The bright colors faded into pastels
I sat contentedly watching and listening
To the gentle sounds of the water
Little did I realize at the time
That I would never forget

The waves in the sky

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