Poems of a Clouded Mind

10. Sky

A seamless change between day and night,

Yet as I laid and thought,

With the whiskers of ground,

Staring as sepia tones turn bright,

I stretched out my hands to feel,

The warmth as it dawned,

Ironically as my fingers felt but cold and cloud growls,

Another hand I thought as the cloud morphed its self in mockery,

I daydreamed pastures and her sunlit smiles,

An outstretched hand,

Intertwining mine she laughed,

She dwindled and shook her head,

Uneager to stay as the day closed,

As my dreams were sure to change with the night.