You cloud my judgment like clouds to
the sun, obscuring clarity, leaving reason undone.
A veil drawn across my skies of
sense, shrouding truth behind mists of your influence.
What once shone obvious, now shifts in hues, radiance fading, details I misconstrue.
Sun-guided thoughts scatter, direction's astray your veiling presence leads clarity astray.
Yet in softened light, a prism appears,scattering perspective through kaleidoscope lenses.
Angles once unseen, colors more vibrant, your clouds part ways for beauty better exalted.
Like rays finding cracks in cumulonimbus' guise, moments of lucidity defy disguise.
But soon, that sharp, revealing shaft conceals as swiftly as it pierced through misty veils.
A whirlwind of wavering, of certainty's rise and fall you cloud my judgment, entranced by your squall.
The mind's sky churns restless, unresolved, soaked in your aura, better sense dissolved. Perhaps 'tis your storm's rapture I crave, not sunlight's glare, but the sensual rain you gave.
Reason may ripen only in your overcast, where truth blazes brighter through clouds amassed.
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Penny for a Poem
PuisiI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
