An ocean of thoughts far above our heads.
Lazy tufts of cotton forming fiery, cozy, clouds.
Spreading out like a hazy garden in the sky.
Purple pink wildflowers in a strewn, murmured mess.
Clumsy and obese as they stumble all about.
Yet, what is it about them that pull my gaze from the ground?
For if I were honest with you, they are simply quite a mess.
Like a wild collection of forces fighting through a crowd.
Eventually they will pull away and reveal an aching heart.
A sun that must fall down and remember its own unique role.
The clouds and rays will part the way for a whole new settle sky.
Haziness has been erased to reveal a color so dreamy and deep.
A sulking nightmare or blue to bring such questions to you.
Yet, when we take a small moment and breathe in deep.
We will find a hidden light between layers of dark.
Stars played out in something so alive and true.
Something meant as a medicine for our messy souls.
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