PInk Cloud Days
Of Actions before hand
That Have made No Difference In your life thus Far
The Soft Gauze That Envelops the Heart of the Matter
The Gentleness and Tranquility emoting that a new phase is Coming ….
Not Like The big bangs You are used to .
But slowly -with a Languorous manner
and a whisper .
Hands That Speak Miracles
And Eyes That Touch Your skin
Not With Fire – But with Breathlessness
A Pink Cloud Carries You out of here
Not a Blue One .
For Once – Not a Blue One .
Speech Bubbles above- spoken from every cloud
And You see exactly what The Cloud Says .
But are more Fascinated by the Trail of Pink It leaves in the Sky ….
The Cloud Travels slowly – Where as You are used to the clouds that Travel
Super High speed
Like They are On a Highway all of Their Own
Going somewhere all Too important .
These clouds do Not .
They slow down and start Up .
Again and Again .
And You Imagine Each cloud has a Heart of their Own .
Pink cloud Days .
Where The Mind Travels where it wants to go
By Cat Forsley ©