
The frowning bright blue sky,
Rusted tangerine colored moon
Goes pale in confusion
The night has come
Clouds painted blue in black
Like a feathered spray
Hovering above in sky.
Trees casting invisible shadows
Lonesome figures creep along
Sleep seems a far off dream
Where have all the stars gone?
Why does the sky bleed?
The blood flows through my veins
Quenching my sun baked soul
Lightning flashed through
The rolling thunder of my dreams
Pouring down with all its might
Washing away my troubles,
Falling freely at last to the ground
Refreshing me with gentle fingers
My feathers brushing against the wind
The rain diminishing quietly
Sun is blazing
Once again there is green ground
And the seven colors
Exhibit its departure
Redefining the beauty
From temporary dull to blue
Until the rain conquers again