The sky is a fragile blue that's
shifting to white in the middle,
like a thinning fabric worn with
age and use

I lie on my back and imagine that
if I could reach far enough the
thin layer of clouds would feel
soft like silk and
cool like a spring breeze

The air is still and I can smell lilacs in the air like a sweet perfume,
it reminds me of my mothers kitchen when I used to bring them home to her in the summer

If I was a simpler girl I would wish for this and nothing more,
us on our backs in the grass with the threat of rain hanging over our heads  
and lilac bushes filling the air

Life is difficult and we must enjoy moments of peace when we find it,
we must appreciate the sky when it is such a delicate blue
and the rain hasn't fallen just yet

cold as the ocean
she flows like rain
down the street
to the water again

devoid of colour
she splashes and cries
under the lamps
with no light in her eyes

crackling like thunder
she sits by the river
toes in the water
and cobble beneath her

grey as the clouds  
her salty tears shine
she loses control
to the storm of her mind

We walk we play,
we (d)ance the day away,
the sun always
shines in the morning,

then when it stops,
we will fall like (r)ain drops,
down to the
earth with no warning.

A gentle rain,
(o)r raging hurricane,
the sun sets and
then there is nothing,

slave to the tide,
when I'm down I (w)ill try,
But then you
were (n)ever as lucky.

Again, a crossroads
Again, I turn left