you are the sky to which i drift

the atmosphere to which i drown

the stars to which i sink,

and the gravity to which i loose…

the oxygen to which i gasp for,

the frost to which creeps closer,

sealing me away.

you are the wind which pulls away my secrets,

dripping off my lips as rain.

you are the lightning in my eyes,

the thunder which i despise.

you are the truth pealed thin,

waning and waning to begin again…

i breathe in the moonlight

with nothing in my lungs but clouds,

moist and heavy,

dragging me down.

down to the ground where i belong

not up here…

the fog seeps in

and i let it cover up my vision,

when it could be as clear as day…

but the day is no fun,

the sun steals our song

of whispering cosmos and lazy puffs.

up here where we look down

where everything i am is confused by you

and all our feelings equate to clouds,

clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds,

thinly collected and stuffed with tears.

how is it that we sit here?

ungrounded?

astounded by the ambience.

sketched away in chalks

of rose and tangerine,

of blues containing silvers and

blacks containing blues and

me’s containing you’s

to which i say again

you are the air to which i fade in,

the dark matter to which i disappear in,

the deluge to which i drown in,

and the clouds to which i hide in.