Clouds cast shadows on hills that mimic the ocean.
If I stand in their rolling shade, will I still feel the sun?
Or will I feel a coldness grip me,and shake me like
barley in the wind?
Will all my sunny thoughts tumble from the pores
of my skin,pouring out of me like water from a
busted fire hydrant?
Or will I welcome this change of temperature,
tired of the sun warming
things in this cold and chaotic world?
Making the world seem beautiful and okay
in the midst of incessant suffering...
Maybe this shade will feel like a sad song,
and I will let salt water flow from where my
emerald eyes dwell,
and sigh with relief at the sound of something true.