Starry Dreamy Nights

Not Today

I love the shades of sky

As they are painted

gray and gloomy

I love those blankets of clouds

I couldn't classify

Cumulu--what?

I couldn't even try.

I love how the coconuts

Sway and rustle

As they play tag with the wind

Like saying "you're it!"

But of course,

Coconuts could never catch winds.

I love how the greens stand out

Like a proud conquistador

Amidst the thick misty fog

Enticing my eyes

Saturated hues dilating my iris.

I love the drizzles

And raindrops splitter-splatter

I love them on my glasses,

On my bus seat,

On the window pane,

On the metal bars,

On my polyester.

I love them everywhere.

I love the splash

The tiny pools of h, two and o

With bits of dirty earth

As they cling onto my rubber.

I love evading them on my way,

Failing to do so.

I love how the breeze

Hits my face gently

Like a baby after bath

Giving light, feathery kisses to its mum.

I love the tingles

I love closing my eyes to feel more

To want more.

I love the plok, plok,

Tinkles on the roof

Imagining a warm cup in hand

But realizing I love coffee cold

And having to be off somewhere

And not home.

I love forgetting

My dysfunctional umbrella,

My favorite black cap,

My thin brown cardigan.

I love feeling unprotected.

I love how the cold embraces all of me

Like an imperfect lover whom I'll ever want

To hold me though wrong

To comfort me though ironic

The sensation through my follicles

They are hotter than hot

Colder than freezing.

I love everything about everything

I have loved about gloomy days...

I do.

But not today.