Aishabella
Cunning Clouds
Through the eye of a needle
Clouds were wrenched by
Like shredded silk scarves
That twirled in the sky
They slither over the sun
They suck up all the fun
And turn it into rain
That slides down your drain
They form shapes when you're not looking
Shifting over the earth
They drench the soil and clean the trees
While showering you at birth
Sprouting life and beauty from the ground
Crowding the air without a sound
They are always there, watching from above
Creating misfortune and new found love
They drink up the colours from the setting sun
Now you know how the deed is done
By the cunning clouds that sweep the skies
Disappearing after the last light dies
And the last bird cries
Turning the day into a web of lies
Milky skies
The wintery sun is soft on our skins
We haven’t felt the summer since
The sky rolled in a sheet of shimmering blue
A star spangled banner made just for you
Constellations like spilled milk stains
As smooth as a puddle from the rains
Dappled with ripples and twinkling magic
The skies can present a cold so tragic
Or a flood so melting
Like my heart
The universe is a work of art
Moon and Stars
My thoughts are stars
And in the wide night sky
You are the moon
In my starry mind
Hope is a candle
Faith is the flame
But trust is alone
For it has no name
We cannot bring the dead
From the last words said
But we can change a life
Like a light changes red
A moment’s hesitance
A flickering last chance
Don’t look back
You can’t risk doing that
