Clouds

Monday, August 11, 2008
clouds

driving home.
beautiful.
the day, the sky....
can't stop looking up.
mid-afternoon clouds waltz in
without knocking-
like old friends.
the sky their ballroom.
undulating in the sun,
seducing rythm.
a new dance....
step time with the heart
changing color...
that syncopated shade,
blue pirouetting on grey.
deep.
heavy.
just before they begin to cry...
do you know what color i'm talking about?
yeah, thats it!
that.....
is the color of his eyes