Came up with a strip of poetry while I was gazing at the clouds.

Looking into the sky, I can still see fragments of the past flicker amongst the hazel rays of the sun; the tinted haze of the clouds...

But they're interchangeable; never to be the same again.

They just ride with the wind...

No matter how much they are bent, broken, and strung thin...

The sky's their home. They always stay there.

They form; they grow; they weep...

They never lose sight of their place in this world.

[Call me a depressed poetic, but] I find remedy in this fact.

How long I've wished I can look to the sky and not see the past haunt me in the shadows of the clouds.

The growing tint of color from liquid bathed in azure...

It's almost soothing.

[Heh...]

It all fades to black eventually.

As to the sky; we both fade.

I've seen it in you; you've seen it in me.

Streaks & swirls in the clouds are like emotions in our heads [, when I really think about it].

They form the foundation of the cloud...

As emotions form the shells our souls are trapped in.

But, looking to the sky once more, there is a realization to be made [, at least to me].

No matter how many canvas are to be made from the clouds; the blurs from the passing birds; the light & darkness from the Sun and Moon...

It never changes; it always holds a joyful, azure color to it's being.

But with this seemingly positive realization, comes a dreadful, but truthful downfall.

We change.

We can crack to the hits we take...

We can crumble from the relaity our lives fortell...

We can weep to the loss and loneliness that lingers in our hearts; in our souls...

Some of us cave in, and cease to exist when the haze fades away.

But, there is one thing [I noticed] that was different...

Instead of shades of serpents dancing along the clouds, or the crumbling presence of reality shining down like rays from the Sun...

I see purpose in the shades; thoughts of happiness & joy in the rays...

And more importantly...

You; my silver lining.

Hope yall like it.