Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful of salt across the faraway sky...
Let's not talk about Communism. Communism was just and idea, just pie in the sky.
They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.
A mountain has no need for people, but people do need mountains. We go to them for their beauty, for the exhilaration of standing closer to mysterious skies, for the feeling of triumph that comes from having labored to reach a summit.
How prone poor Humanity is to dam up the minutest remnants of its freedom, and build an artificial roof to prevent it looking up to the clear blue sky.
Eyes of gentianellas azure, Staring, winking at the skies.
At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky is a place of central calm.
At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky And flinging the cloud and the towers by, Is a place of central calm: So here in the roar of mortal things, I have a place where my spirit sings, In the hollow of God's Palm.