cloudy

The world is cloudy,

Time has drowned in a vast ocean of nothingness–

But memories and pictures

Are carried by blurry shooting stars,

And sail across the galaxy.

A streak of rain

Glides down the window

And people hurrying through the streets

Morph into illusions of uncertainty.

The world is cloudy,

Thinking has slowed,

Half finished paintings will be left on stands.

But we remember the cloudiness when the sun shines its face.

Without premonition,

Anything like that,

I do not bother to go on.

In this cloudy world

There is nothing to say,

Nothing to do.

Without premonition,

I do not bother to go on.

The world is cloudy,

But with the reach of a hand

And a pat on the back

The world will be sunny

And happy again.

But as the sun and the moon dance

The fiery steps of the solar system,

You and I

Slowly contort into beings

Of unpredictability and wonder

And the world becomes cloudy again.