Sky clears.
Inverted clouds evaporated.
Made into marshmallows.
Ready for eating.
Sweet things they are.

Ministry of burning love.
Clutched softly in a velvet glove.
Words softer in nature.
In silence, contemplating.
The nature and the nurture of the things to do.
To change my being's black to blue.
Blue's not nice.
Be gentler on the crying eyes.

The dog, has turned to Blue indeed.
For she's my greatest friend.
Blue is her name.
Never bites.
Rarely frightening.
Together, we'll go walking.
To assess, the coldest darkest day.
Upon this day of autumn heat.
This day is sweet and bright as cotton candy clouds.

The demons hate the sunlight.
Gone back underground,
For once.

Today, my passion is my pen.
Smiling today but, then I negatively say,
Can it forever be.
I hope I don't choke on my words.
(c)Livvi