Look at the sky: a poem

Look at the sky.
What do you see? 
Over there! 
I see a dozen roses,
blooming to the winds 
of the west. 
Good thing you brought your 
jacket.
I would have offered mine, 
but it feels good today 
so I didn't bother. 

***

What were we saying?
Oh yes.
I try not to stare into your eyes
too much, 
wouldn't want to be lost.
I want to be grounded 
enough.

***

For when I ask you.
Will you share the world with me?
I already know the answer, 
but I want to be formal.
Let's face this thing together.
The sky.
Shall we?