Closets of cloud
Beauty of grey, spills and floats
Over and through the sky’s infinite expanse.

Dreaming of beauty,
Perfection through imperfection.
The privilege to be here, drifting and floating
On your sweet, small planet.

Dying without impact.
Lost fragments that never took place,
But only inside, not created.
Changes and miracles closed down
before they were reached.

Looking beyond the gloom.
Lifting up and reaching for that pink and radiant glow.
It becomes magnificent, just as we all can be,
Step out, step out and live.