Mottled Thoughts in Azure

Mottled thoughts speckled before the eye, azure radiance fades to cool sea stone horizon.

Each cloud another whim dreamt upon the day; a thought or reflection from a bygone era in life washed away by winds of trivial cares or needs.

One, a laugh with old friends. The wind: pressures that life does invade.

Another, a story of dreams. The breeze flows, “...my health has decreased.”

Once more, a voice and a face. The wind whispers, “too little too late.”

Yet the more of the thoughts

Observed in this sky--hewn in azure tones and haze

The more that there is to see that beyond

Cascading harsh winds, sits gleaming so many a dream.

And there they all hang-- aloft in the sky

Gazing down softly back towards me.

Despite everything else, the harsh winds and their flack

Those Whims speak softly and mend.

Life does invade, and thoughts fall through the cracks. It’s natural, we live, walk, forget.

To look every way, between every day, in searching to find what to do next.

To look down in the shame of one’s own self doubt... to look forward and grow into a new stage.

Yet with life and it’s glances, how often forgotten… to look up to the Whims in the sky.