She gazed up at the silent night skies.
She loved looking at the stars and the Moon.
Kate loves watching every dark cloud sail in the night,
Like a ship on a voyage drifting slowly out of sight.
The skies during the day were always a joy to watch.
Every part of the sky looked so different.
Every region of the bright blue sky seemed alive.
He watched the skies and he knew it was alive.
Kate kept looking at the skies one night.
She noticed that there was movement up above.
A King was sitting on a throne, surrounded by Knights.
There was a large Kingdom never glimpsed by human sight.
Andrew watched the skies and slipped into a daze.
He saw large cities, with large markets and beings too.
Everywhere he looked he saw entities so ethereal and bright.
Every being was lovely and angelic, like beings of light.
Every part of the skies was alive with stories.
There were tales of men and women striving to be great.
There were tales of Guardians standing at the Gates.
There were stories of young men rushing for their dates.
There were fables of animals that acted like humans.
Tall tales of magic lamps, secret chants, and strange creatures.
The skies were alive with so many worlds and a million stories.
Every writer has the gift of stories that must be heard in the breeze.