I believe we all look up to the same sky

I believe 

The sky is always beautiful

And that

It doesn’t matter if its colours

Are a mere illusion

If it is not really

Cerulean blue

Or midnight black

And the sunset doesn’t

Bleed orange and purple through the clouds

I believe 

The sky is a mystery we pretend we understand

Vast beyond our imaginings

And yet 

Right here

Slipping unheeded through our fingers

Breathed in with

Every

Single

Breath

I believe 

The sky does not discriminate

Between

The human-shaped specks here below

That the ever-present,

Oft-hidden

Rainbow

Stretches wide enough to hold

All of us

Each of us  

Who look up in wonder

At the same sky