5th March 2012

Dear Clouds,

Thank you for lifting my eyes skyward

Imagine floating  

(at number nine)

against a hot blue sky 

on your blinding white ‘Simpsons’ ones



Sometimes you just streak across heaven;

 a smudge of you

I wonder where you’ve gone

 

Your bad moody blues days

Bulge in magnificent grey

(If a little depressing) 

Finally, split open,

Relief comes. 



Go on, cry all over the world. 

I totally get your tears. 

Sometimes they roll down my face too. 

Sometimes they just water my garden.



Hey, how about those sunsets,

The ones where you spin the sky into fairground fairy floss 

Magical

 
jojobee





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