Purest Clouds Turn Black

Purest Clouds Turn Black

The satin white of captured dreams

Float swift against the sky

Pure and sweet as they all seem

As summer days fly by

Promise made on a gentle breeze That he will leave you, never

Life isn't lived with such an ease,

Soft clouds don't last forever.

Purest clouds can turn to black

As the brightest face turns dim

Too many pains for her to track When thinking turns to him

When lightening tears across the sky

 It brings to light what time has told.

That all is well when white clouds fly;

 Dark skies can mock the tortured soul.

AUTHORS NOTE~ okies, a friend emailed me and said that she really liked the poem from my story Sunshine and Storm Clouds and recommended I post it by itself, so I did! LOL ~Anywho~ tell me what you think!