clouds upon the blue skies

 

You are beautiful,

much like the passing of time;

your sweetness bold, like summer's sunlight,

your soul, a treasure greater than life.

You will transcend this world

and all it encapsulates within

its raging tempests and calmest storms –

for the fabrics of fate are woven by your hands;

with those soft, gentle fingers you strum strings of grey

rich sounds with which you will always remain

in a way, forever in a day;

oh how you know not of the influence

your art lights within this worn soul of mine

tinted with the colours dancing in your eyes –

like clouds upon the blue skies.