I looked up today, a sunbeam on my face,

And saw in the wisps a ridiculous trace.

It wasn’t a heart, or a dragon, or sheep—

It was a yacht that the clouds meant to keep.

A giant white sailboat, too flashy, too grand,

The kind that you'd buy with the cash from my hand

(If I had been foolish enough to give you a dime).

It looked like your ego, floating through time.

It drifted so slowly, ignoring the breeze,

Just like you ignored all my cleverest tease.

It seemed to say, "Look at me, aren't I so rich?"

While the wind whispered, "Honey, that shape is a snitch."

It sailed past the sun, then began to disperse,

Just like your affections, getting progressively worse.

The hull turned to vapor, the mast thinned to smoke,

A beautiful object that suddenly broke.

I watched it all fade, not a tear in my eye.

A yacht in the heavens is just passing by.

It was gorgeous and fleeting, completely untrue.

Just like the idea that I ever needed you.

Now it’s just blue sky. And darling, I'm glad.

The best view of all is the view that I had

When the big, silly shape that reminded me of you

Finally vanished, leaving nothing but blue.