today

         

                 
                  the sky looks like my soul, confused
                  tears fall out of bright cloudy eyes, drops making a pattern on cement
                  what would the droplets show me if they were permitted to stay?
                  would they tell a story on the sidewalk, paint a picture on the pavement?
               
                 but they dry up, leaving me to wonder, why does the sky cry?
                 do you cry at the beauty of the earth you look down upon, where flowers drink your tears                    like sweet champagne and get drunk on laughter and color in a world of grey?
                do you cry in sorrow over the little lost kitten, wandering through tall streets and among                       strange unfeeling faces?
                Or do you cry in remembrance of a beautifully sad day, when a sacrifice was made to save                   a broken but hopeful world, rising out of the darkness clinging to it like a shadow?
               This is one of earth's many unsolvable mysteries.