Today, the sky is beautiful.
The clouds bleed deep crimson
onto the vivid blue that is the horizon.
but even now,
as I stare in adulation at the coruscating palette
I can feel the colors slipping
from the clefts between my fingers.
And as my thoughts turn quickly
from admiration
to apprehension
I foolishly allow my hands
to
fall.
Powerless, I watch each cloud run dry,
as the sky exudes
any vibrance that remained.
And as my heaven circles the drain,
I abandon my colors as well.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
Today, the sky is beautiful.
The clouds bleed deep crimson
onto the vivid blue that is the horizon.
but even now,
as I stare in adulation at the coruscating palette
I can feel the colors slipping
from the clefts between my fingers.
And as my thoughts turn quickly
from admiration
to apprehension
I foolishly allow my hands
to
fall.
Powerless, I watch each cloud run dry,
as the sky exudes
any vibrance that remained.
And as my heaven circles the drain,
I abandon my colors as well.