The Colour of Clouds

I walk on blue and smell of white Dressed by the setting sun I run into orange melting into marigolds a blooming interlude I float on speeds depending on my mood Purple and pink is a melody I sing Orchids in skies will make you think I speak of colours and whisper The flavour of the day Candyfloss or bubblegum, I do have a say I dance in the dark around a silver ball She calls out to me timid and small I cover her face with a veil As she practices before a curtain call I turn grey when I’m sad but it not too bad It makes me just lighter as I open up and wash away your sorrows As I cool the earth down and fill her tomorrow’s! 24.4.22