Your eyes
Hold the sky
A clear day
And I am the clouds
Skewing a perfect moment
But, you whisper
No storm clouds today
As if you knew
I was about to point out
The obvious
Instead you silence me
Mute my thoughts
Until every word
Is a soft breeze
You simply close yourself off to
Cobalt, the color
Of your eyes
A sky
On a sunny day
And I find myself
Freezing
Poetic Trials 