Where does the sky begin?

Where does the sky begin,
here, in the vast, empty void?
I reach with outstretched hands
into the deep, deep blue,
and I catch the warmth
of your every breath
on my fingertips.

Where does the sky begin,
created anew in the early mornings?
Your secret messages sent
in wisps of cotton across the dawn,
they gently pull away my slumber,
and I rise, to watch you dream,
to watch you dream.

Where does the sky begin,
existing as the sun commands?
When you clear the mind to toil,
winged and elusive, they flit by,
do you send them away,
or do you have them stay,
the fleeting thoughts of me?

Where does the sky begin,
in the fading, receding twilight?
Shadows lengthen, slowly, wearily,
as nighttime lights flick on overhead,
the homeward tread, returning
to the safety, the comfort,
of being in your company.

Where does the sky begin,
when I arrive to embrace you,
and find it in your eyes?