These Days

These days are in mist All fading away Through the try and twist Of the evening play Above sky of dark With its wondering eye And the open spaces spark Of the twinkling sky There‘s no boundary between These lines in line Where blue is faraway seen That is hard to define All the people are going Somewhere in their religion Either fast or down slowing From begin of their origin All the dreams are thru rays From the skies beyond In their colorful trays That has yet to be dawned Floating images gone by Possessing something shown With its reason in its high Not to our reality known Playful some days to come To the turnings of seasons Where shades of all is from Without giving their reasons All the dreams are true rays From the skies beyond In their playful many ways That life has not yet donned