Clear blue skies, reflective of my melancholy
Rid of clouds, nature’s highly advertised candy floss
Which either rained down, or got blown away
To a different location,
Much like the memories they carry.
The cloud’s, shapes and forms
Now a distant memory
Not much lasts forever
Learnt that the hard way.
Getting slowed down, by the thought,
Is a valid option
That I’m not willing to take,
Time stops for no-one
Of how this story ends
Hope for an even brighter day
Still encompasses a larger portion
Of this poet’s mind.
Part 1 and 2 of the CLOUDs series can be found in the links below 🙂 :