pick out your cloud

digging deep inside a forest 

a sea of black blue green and yellow 

every color 

of our skin 

reflects in the moonlight 

beneath the dense 

over by the lake the pebbles shiver 

in the cold 

as the ripples swoon 

in perfect harmony 

 

to the sound of a wailing storm 

of minds cut in words 

of love sliced penniless

of paths colored in ink 

uniting nothing, dividing our time 

into lightplays & rain 

this is me

and me is you 

and you is me

and the storm is ours

to hold and to have 

till death do us part

 

pick out your cloud. 

 

 

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