Clouds became squares
and filled in the spaces
The open air
Consumed and
the wind rearranged it
and quickly the storms rolled in
After they slowly taunted in the Distance
Squares were replaced with different Shapes
Triangles and so many circles
and sugar so tasteless
Cloud squared secrets left no traces
Soon it all faded
Always looked for
Anything to fill those
Empty spaces
Soft edges were sharpened
And all was shapeless
In those cloud square spaces
and all was face less

the days of the week
have lost their shapes
they are now septuplets
difficult to keep apart
melting into each other

an endless loop

mornings
     afternoons
                  nights
mornings
     afternoons
                   nights …

difficult to track time
clocks run in circles
history morphs to perpetual now

only the weather changes
nature remains unimpressed
      by our problems

tethered to a string
it flies,
ever free
into the early hours of dusk.
the blue and purple triangles
merging as one.  

the times of what has passed,
stolen sweets and mirthful eyes
crinkle in the sunlight.
mindless chatter fills the abyss
as the torrent sea laps at the feet
of the storyteller and the lamb.

little boy, alight with glee
turns to his father
but there,
encompassing the boundless expanse
on the empty field,
not a flower sways.

the sea once turbulent, whispers in his wake.