Are you not always drawn by the sky’s magnificence?
They are always painted in shades of unpredictability and surprise.
Always craving cluelessness in set of eyes,
whether it be pastel and cotton candy — or sharp, and seemingly blinding.
Darling, you see…
These majestic shifting colours mirror the window to your soul.
They mirror your eyes, that deep divine abyss that whisper secrets of the world.
You are shades of dark and light, in suits of pink — of grace and beauty,
later a blanket of grey and black of sharp edges and unspoken mysteries.
You are capable of disarming lightning and stripping rainbows.
Giving empathy by shedding rain,
bringing beauty by not being afraid,
just to share the colours, you so fabricate.
You, are that to them.
Beyond the grasps of the fathomable lips of secrecy for you are,
as powerful as the sky, and as beautiful as it mutates.
