You might say, this is not a perfect sky
The rain clouds are odd on that gold patch
Their colours don’t match
The shape of that cloud is not right
It’s a bit askew
On that perfect hue
Why not the wind come and blow it away
Towards the bay?
You might think
I say yours is not a perfect mind
The melancholy and sadness are ghosts
In between those happy thoughts
Those moods altogether
Changes worse than the weather
Why not the wind blow it away
Towards the bay?
On this rainy evening
The bittersweet image of the mind
Perfectly reflected in the sky