They are a bright curly few
who come swirling through
the beautiful light blue
daylight hue I was trying to view.

These camera caught clouds,
were finally brought down
and captured in clicking rhythm
as I took and sent them
to a digital prison,
only to be released
for creative behavior
on the social media site
I was designing for later.

With wearied ways the air looks grey
It's colour stains surrounding planes
Heavy clouds weigh eyelids down
Condensed to rest as momentum slows
Mellow tones and energy spent
Low on conversation goals
All but empty sentiments
No plans today, worn out to play
Sleep instead behinds your gaze
Dreaming to regenerate

in my changeless sky
clouds of thoughts are passing by -
shining sun smiling

These are burning clouds, silence reigns
Crowds with tranquil desires
Sky smells clove-pink of death.
Graveyard’s calling us.

She is the pony, a lone walker
Mystery lasts before dawn.
Sunlight was touching her neck hair
Moonlight wanted her to be its own,

Strolling in the wild orange meadow,
Walking on the grounds of heaven
Watching sunset on the line,
Wiggled a giant glass of wine

From the depth of lambent verdure
Whispered singing can be heard,
And these invisible stars of eternal life
Only shine at a paradise land.

Bing ban Bing boo, an eternal door opens to her,
Here is the happiness land, starry sky.
There hides a kiss, it’s the final kiss…
Bing ban Bing boo, time to her go back home,
Graveyard ‘s calling her,
And she rests in peace, an ancient stone

i feel blue.

the empty void
managed to purloin
my color
only to scatter it
on the earth.

i feel blue, once again,
for i have forgotten
the flower’s color.

i feel blue,
sad and empty,

but i remember once more
a miracle
who came from heaven’s
sudden outburst of emotions:

you.

a blossom
tinged with one hue at a time,
who swallowed
every shade
cascading down
from the rose clouds.

you are one color,
and then the next,
but you’re also a riot
of all the hues in the spectrum.

and i no longer feel blue,
but yellow.
of sunshine and daisies.

parched earth whining for
single droplet of water -
crimson sun blazing.

flush of anger drive
the trifling clouds to hideout -
lone sun ruling sky.