Gentle Giants

What soft shapes they were,
gentle giants and wistful wisps,
marching solemly across the sky.
Where are they voyaging?
They seem unpetrubed by such a question,
The sky calls them on,
The colors are deepening,
First a pale gold and then the softest pink,
A blossoming red will soon follow
And out of nowhere a darkness,
And I fear my words will run out then.
But I’ll hear you quietly sigh,
Making me realize that enough has been said.

You’re A Storm I Chase

I’m in love with the storm in you,

Sometimes I stare into your eyes

And I wonder whether the lightning in them

Will ever strike me?

I dream of lying close to those

Thunderous curls of yours

And breathing in your skin’s Petrichor.

But you know so very well that

I would be just as pleased,

If I was merely just the window pane

To your raindrops.

The Sky & You

Evening Clouds

Citrus Sky

Cumulus Sea

Some words that came in with the storm

Today, the sky was like the sea

With waves of thunder

crashing into monoliths

of cloud

It is terrifying and beautiful to know

I live under this churning sea.

Someday

So I’ve been trying something new lately. Picking random photographs from Tumblr and writing whatever comes to my mind when I look at them 🙂 

 

Raspberry Sky