Jan
25
A cloud drifts by as we lie on the grass in sandals,
But clouds no longer have any meaning for me,
Shapes and shadows make small fodder for laughter;
But now the sun shines through them
The brushing breeze floats over us,
Looking lazy at the blue expanse above,
It stretches on forever; its space, our empty future,
Waiting for us to fill it with what we will;
With whatever we will
Dark clouds may sometimes dim the sky
With a passing pall of permeating grey,
But now, this new, retains its azure hue
Brightened by the sun you wear
so softly with your eyes
