Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

vantage?

hidden under mud slung scrapped from sky
the cloud could wander passing other passers by

dotted paper aeroplanes arc in the crispy smooth
the magic hour acts thriftily with darkening hue

a moonpainting from history, placating starshine bright
protecting veiled memory, drawing in the light

rainsplashed sparks marking the road ahead
twilight can exist; it’s a place outside the head

tiny drips of water fall from blocked guttertops
infrequently deluging in waterfalls and rocks

there is no resolution, or any proper end
a ream of flying thoughts to encircle minds again…

darn, you just insist on melting me don’t you?

gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous ….

shell: it has not been icy so much here of late, just rain, rain, rain, breeze and cool air. do you have ice?

“Rainsplashed sparks.” Sounds like a great unwritten Cocteau Twins song. A vivid image.

i think their words may be slightly more evocative…but thank you, :)