The always downcast look
Moves towards the sky,
With rolling thunder, clouds
And rain, way up too high.
Majestic, a scarce beauty
She sees up above,
Watches what was once clear blue
Turn dark, swirling with love.
Fixated, she watched one
Dark dragon, emanating black fire,
Spread its wings over white-gold foam
Chase a grey lion, even up higher.
Another comes, shakes her
Back to ground, she sighs,
It had felt so heavenly, had fed her
Fantasies, she had loved those sights.
They stepped in the wet
Trod careful little steps,
Her focus now shifted, to
The muck, it might spoil her dress.
But the magic hadn't gone
A drop landed on her forehead,
Again she stopped, looked above
Letting the other move ahead.
There, mystified she stood
To fathom the beauty,
The dark, bright shades mixed
In pure joy, ecstasy, harmony.
A metal bird crossed
Her area of scrutiny, she stared,
In awe as it flew undeterred
While she stood, as it poured, hardly cared.
The other turned back, gently took her hand
Wiped her tears along with the smears,
She smiled, lingered at the magical sky
Just for another while, back with happy tears.
This attempt at a poem is to describe what I saw and how I felt while I was mystified with the beautiful sky! I just love the sky, for reasons I can't fathom. I mean, I even love photographing the sky, especially when it's cloudy. It's been raining for the past two days and I've felt overwhelmed with all the feelings it gives me. It's just magical. :)
Also, this overwhelming feeling is because I have finals next week and you know how I get when I have exams. I can do any-crazy-thing but study. I mean, you know how I've been saying over and over and over how I can't just write poems but I feel like it and come up with one (however silly), when I feel this way. I haven't even figured myself out yet. C'mon people! Even if you didn't like the poem, wish me luck, no? Considering I haven't studied a thing yet. Good luck works! :D