my artistic friends

@Uootem

Another warm summer day to lay in fields of freshly mown grass
under the coolness of shade trees and among brightened flowers
white fluffy clouds cross the sky with so many promising shapes...
that make imagination run wild... perhaps they know my secrets.

But a storm is brewing... i can hear its roar in the distance
the sky's bright blue coloring... the sun's brilliant yellow majesty
have disappeared so abruptly in a wind that has quickened its movement
my lofty artistic friends have turned a cold gray in a cruel trick of nature.

My heart is broken and no repair seems inevitable.

There are no clouds to dream with as sky-tears start their mournful fall
for I have used them all to see my future fate.
the coldness of the rain reminds me of my present yearning
but the hope of bright tomorrows will never fully fade from sight

Someday... I know it in my heart... those white fluffy clouds
with their uncanny ability to show me my dreams
the sun and the deep blue sky will once again join me
as will you... when we love again under white fluffy clouds.