Impromptu

(A poem of Love and Hope) The sky: Part 1 the sky's timing so tuned in to the sun to the moon always smiling bright blue with never ending arms stretching from East to West a loving embrace taking all in and all there is even an odd cloud The cloud: Part 2 a cloud comes entering stage left blown by a wishful whispering wind curling his white bearded chin he without a silver lining but not lying has never stopped for any thing or any one having never nothing or no one for to ever stop but seeing the sky the blue the smiling he wants to stay embracing this face this place this space knowing not to change the tune of the sky's blue to the blues