BROKEN SKIES

Slipping and tripping over heavens and sun
The relentless train of clouds they come
Fractured and broken they fill the sky
Spring from the horizon and go gushing by

Appearing from where, there is not a clue
Except for the trails into the distant blue
Pushed or aided by a wind on high
smearing the canvas as they fleet on by

Billowing and puffing, reminiscent of cheeks
Stacking up slowly, knowing not what they seek
Forming shapes, always changing they rise
Up... up.... up... into the skies.

Darker they colour and larger they grow
Sending down tears on the land far below
Shrouding the peaks and cloaking hills
Soaking sad landscapes as forth the rain spills.

Imprisoning the ball that gives us our light
But finding the gaps after a fight
Forcing its rays and its beams come through
Searching the land for me and you.

As quick as they come they disperse into nought
Leaving not trace and empty in thought
Silent they leave us with peace in our hearts
Only gracing us again when the new day starts.