The bright blue sky on the 4th of July,
Was reflecting off the drained out walls,
Blaring at me through every minute of pain,
I wasn't expecting what happened next.
He really was something of a dream,
Although he came too early for him to stay,
He looked up at me without a cry,
He stared at me with his bright blue eyes,
He peered up at me with a faint little smile,
And then put his head down and closed his eyes.
Author Notes: My first poem! Hope you enjoy!