Lying on the bonnet of the car,
your mums blanket layered across.
We just look above, clouded skies skim
across the ocean of forever.
As the immortality of twilight
lingers before us.
Stones hidden from our gaze,
luminous echoes of distant motions.
But sometimes its nice to just look upon
the murky swirling above us.
Everything has a beauty, and we just look,
meaning taken in forms of random flurries.