Clouds

The colours are freely flowing

Through the trees and through the leaves

They paint a picture of what it is

To be in love

Higher and higher you fall into it

Until the smallest shade

The stars are

What they want to be

The time is

Just

Enough

This is what perfection can cause.

The small circles are in the distance

And slowly slowly they leave you

Alone

at last

Last year maybe so.

But not wanted this time.

One plus one plus one plus one

Eventually becomes two

And eventually

too much

The last of the first

And the second it ends

Is what you need

So look up

And see

Maybe colour isn't what you want to be

Grey

Is not in the rainbow.

But it's shades

Are all else.