Let's stand outside
Until tree branches frame the sky.
Lay a blanket down and forget
Our own names.
Let's recite a song from our memory
And scream the words because
we are so terrified
But so ecstatic.
Let's offer our hands to the clouds
As we stretch them out higher
Like peace offerings.
Ignore the raindrops
that we race.
Let's squint our eyes
when the sun shines through
Because it's hard to look directly
At something so beautiful.
Watch as everything changes.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
