Evening sun, cloud trails across the big blue upward,
Thought inspiring, hope enhancing,
A motion project to propel my vision.

 

There you are, here am I,
No matter what the hour, never mind the day,
If you take a mere second to think of me,
I’ll take the same in every ten to keep up.

 

Not as perfect as it should,
Not in slight, our time is truly two sides,
A side for the rest of humanity,
A side simply for us, you see.

 

I’ll write for a while, a scented script for you,
Stare and draw my inspirations from our evenings,
Making shapes from clouds – how perculiar –
Funny how in everything I see these days,
All my clouds look like you.

 

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