The Clouds
I look up at the clouds above me and I feel the weight of nature dancing around me and the colors keep changing, the mountains are shaking and my heart is breaking.
It is not the heartbreak you get when you fall in love or the feeling you get when the day is done; it is the heart break of the unknown and the depth that you feel when your emotion is real and reality is forcing you out of the town.
The morning with its architectural designs wraps its passion around the divine and the drawing in the middle of the ceilings reveal an eighteen century meaning but the pattern in the corner of the roof, is not Dante, Picasso or Michelangelo, it is one baked in modern truth and the story the teacher told in the prime of our youth.
The rain is hiding in the clouds and the birds are loitering about and I felt a sudden urge to sing; I have no words, or instrument but just the colors gliding in the clouds that tell me what life is about.
I breathe my thoughts on the leaflet and the moisture from my breath creates meaning on the page and the heavens starts to blaze.
I run my finger through the imaginary shapes surveying the texture and lines in the corners, those designs can be traced back in time and the evidence is there staring at you and all of a sudden you get a break through but some things never go away.
Spring has come and gone and summer is waiting for me in the temperature over a hundred a fifty degree, everything changes so quickly and sometimes I am feeling very sorry, it is not the feeling that I would like to have or the one that ,makes me feel sad; it the mood that circulating in the air and the emotion that will cause you to fear.
The clouds are shaped in multitudes of colors and the wisdom of time is running around, taking you where destiny is bound, the color of life is mixed up in the atmosphere and I will tell you what you want to hear.
Take me to airport and I will show you how a simple design can turn things around and parachute the space ship out of the ground.
The colors in the clouds are wearing a brand-new gown.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024
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