you’ve drenched my canvas in pigment, so i’ll paint you a memorial, with passionate bonfire sunsets lolling cloud’s giggles and the loveliest oneiric wisps.
you are the piccolo sky
the maundering thunderstorm’s dissonance, and the electric sting of the lightning.
the dazzling stars sharpness coupled with, the magnetic pull of the milky moon.
the lustful vapor of magma sunsets, and the shimmering ocean's distortions.
you're the tornado's wrath fueled destruction and the light kissing dust in the sunrise.
you can be as daunting and as infinite as you grey abyss in december,
or as soft as april's white raspy breath, loving brushstrokes across the blue heavens.
i don't know how i reached you so high up, or how i can stay afloat in the clouds.