Turquoise Sky

Ok, here's another poem :)

How fair seems the turquoise sky,
When below it only lovers lie.
The sun itself kisses the eternal ceiling,
Granting light and magnificent color reeling.

An umbrella to contain the pure-
Uncontaminated sounds to endure.
Gentle breeze and flitting flowers-
Keep locked the gaze of two for hours.

The moment would come to pass too soon,
But not lost under the spell of the moon.
The rising sun impossible to cheat,
Each counted the hours till again they would meet.