The Pink Cloud

The dark grey cloud with a pink heart

in a butterfly shape

floating above my head whispers

Will you recognize me when we meet next?

I’d like to meet you again,

or I may not

but how do I differentiate?

shades and shapes of misfortune

hovering on my head

threating to burst

swallow my life

the place I call home

and in some cases

consciousness

of those I care for

your pink heart reflects

borrowed light

How do I trust your friendship

and your shape-shifting ways

You’ll go with the wind

when my feet lose ground

get caught in strong currents

I may not trust you

but remember this fleeting moment

and your extended hand

as fleeting glory of life

to be relished and stored

somewhere in the folds of the soul

whenever earthquakes shatter my world

or raging storms blow me away

I’ll feel it again in my bones

Like I do today

There’s a cloud I can hold on to

and learn its ways

to fly across the sky

before losing form

to become downpour