Maddy is my metaphorical, fictional or boxset boyfriend and on a short stay in the peninsula with a few of his buddies, he shared a picture of a graciously clear navy blue sky with me which he had captured quite randomly.
His captivating capture smiles at me and it gives me a huge burst of inspiration to make myself stranded with a romantic hallucination with him. Maddy has an unusual knack of settling my head among the rain clouds while lavishly recollecting my heart somewhere across the sky. I am evenly astonished and flabbergasted over Maddy’s natural intellect that makes him fluent during his conversation with the blue sky.
I am enticed and charmed by the way that he initiates a conversation with the sky; the words uttered by him indicate an enchanting and enticing romance with the blue sky which is as if he has tied the knot with the vivid and vibrant sky.
Under the blue and blue sky, whenever, my thoughts cast upon him, I wish I could be a glittering star in the night and someday he will be mine. The sky is his muse. The space forgives him, as he kisses the sky. He is a blue sky thinker and bigger the dreams he has sooner the efforts he takes. He gets a whiff and sniff of the sea; he vibes and discerns the blue sky. He empowers his soul and spirit to fly. I wish I could take his hand and look at the grandeur of the magnificent blue sky, I would then see nothing but his talking eyes that translate his love for me. His love is now and always in the sky. Sighting and feeling the comfort of his love is one of the most cherished moments that I may share with his inquisitive mind.
He compels me to quote Mike Oldfield which I do hereby “Oh, my love, you’re searching for your name. Beside the sea of dwells and dreams where shadows are dancing for your glance. The sky would chance the granting of a dream. To the restless soul that dwells within your heart”. The blue sky is the daily bread and butter of his eyes; He keeps on looking at the sun risen in the blue sky. It is overwhelming with an enchanting beauty and so is he.
The illimitable sky
He loves soaring in the illimitable sky: in the profound and fervent place where earth and sky meet with each other and that is precisely the place where nature embraces his rejoicing heartbeat. The crystal blue sky seeks him. He refuses to restrict himself to the blue sky when already there exists a whole galaxy out there.
He finds that the big mountains and the small hills surrounded by his abode are the pride of his picturesque hometown; the rising sun into the blue sky under him is his pride and joy. When the sight of the infinite blue sky brings him a ray of hopes, his soul remains fresh and crisp. He is not a star belonging to the sky; he is clean-cut, impressive, and aristocratic. He reflects the very atmosphere of the blue and blue sky.
He offers me a one minute walk along the shore one fine day under the thick blue sky: walking hand in hand in dead silence whilst looking up at the beauty of the blue sky and excogitating on the plate full of life’s amazing adventures. He falls in love with the sight of the blue sky that paints itself with a rare combination of astounding colours that add glamour and allure to the joy of its onlookers and dances to the rhythm of a beautifully played folk music. He counts the clouds above clouds that create a dazzling and sublime sight which never makes a conflict with the deep blue sky. He loves battling heart and arm; that is his own, his very own sky being painted with blue above him and his very own silver and sandy beach around him.
His elegance and brilliance are his treasured fountains in a dynasty of aristocrats. The blue sky reassures him of his right to treasure and cherish his heritage. He feels the breeze blowing across the golden sand under the blue sky and takes wings into the eternity of unspoiled destinations. I wish I could kiss him as much as the dancing waves with a musical sound kiss the shore under the blue and blue sky that bursts into laughter.
I would rather love smelling the fresh fragrance of the virgin morning air that gives its recipient a shy feeling of seduction. He is fundamentally and structurally generous, upright, and candid and invites his umbrella of chums to feel the excitement and gratification of the sun risen under the blue sky, reflecting its shine along the yellow beach. I want him to look up and see the indication of an array of new hopes hidden through the wonderfully decorated tiny clouds running across the blue sky, as he falls over with a heart full of discomfort and disappointments; the blue sky becomes his source of energy and love of life. I wish I could repeatedly tell him that the blue sky is just a daily reminder that he and I are part and parcel of something which is huge and fascinating.
No boundaries
Boundaries do not exist with the blue sky; neither should he. He is not disturbed by the storms and tornadoes interrupting the smooth flow of life, instead he summons his courage, power, and strength on which he retains his peace of mind on the calmness and the vibrancy of the blue sky above. His everything is under the power of the blue sky; his everything is governed by the sky. He finds that the sky is not yet his limit.
I wish I could tell him that the blue sky is my endless and intended romance for him and as he is around and his voice is heard, I never get tired of looking at the mesmerising splendour that the blue sky develops upon my unbaked sonnets. For him, the sky is not a limit but a lucid dream.
Under the blue sky and on the sandy and sunny ashore, I may rely on the Bard more than I take efforts to rely on Maddy; hence I declare my recollection on Act 2 Scene 1 in ‘The Comedy of Errors’, one of the Bard’s early plays where he wrote “Why headstrong liberty is lashed with woe. There’s nothing situated under heaven’s eye. But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky”.
