Sky Painter

Does anybody know what it means
when the Sky Painter dies?
And puts the sky away
in a little dark box?
And all the world goes on
as though the sky were just blue
except for you?

One day I thought I would be free,
silly me.

Crows know more than I;
They don’t bother themselves with why
the Sky Painter no longer paints the sky.

Auriel Ragmon
On the death of her Mother