Clouds

Monday, August 11, 2008



driving home.

beautiful.

the day, the sky....

can't stop looking up.

mid-afternoon clouds waltz in

without knocking-

like old friends.

the sky their ballroom.

undulating in the sun,

seducing rhythm.

a new dance....

step time with the heart

changing color...

that syncopated shade,

blue pirouetting on grey.

deep.

heavy.

just before they begin to cry..

do you know what color i'm talking about?

yeah, that’s it!

that.....

is the color of his eyes