Cloudy Canvas
[C: 01-07-2011 U: V2.7 T:P R:1]
I look up and see the sky, an empty canvas landscape, dyed blue.
But that changes as I bring in the white fluff.
I draw with my stylus, as clouds flow in.
One hovers like a ufo, while another runs into it.
Its not a car accident, as fluff just combines.
From clouds, I form a beautiful sky. I need only but one color
as the rest come from the sunset.
The clouds spin into a spiral shape as blue turns red.
The diffusion of rays of light is so alluring,
Like looking through a window with snow on it.
Red fades into black as galaxies appear. The shape of the clouds
Match the shape of the stay systems. Now it looks like its
Snowing out the window, as the black sky is littered with
White dots.
I wonder if its snows in the heavens.
Magen Kumquat [Life, Reality, Sky, Poetry]
Posted on January 8, 2012
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