Tracing Skies

I saw the sky. Like honey and molases dripping from a wooden spoon . Like an insane artist, throwing paint wherever he please. Like a mischievous boy with his first waterpistol. But really it just reminded me of You. Every splash of water refreshed me like You do. Every streak of light flooded my heart like Your words do. Every wayward cloud shimmered, throwing my thoughts into oblivion - just like You. That sky, my love, proclaimed Your name.