Feelings of an open heart love to circle around a name that it possessed from the start.
Sometimes the sky becomes a canvas sketching all that the heart beats for.
Clouds live as the colours forming a face that the heart warmly finds its own.
Is it my heart that inevitably finds you, or it’s my eyes that have embedded you across this lovely sky?
Feelings of an open heart keep looking for you, like the clouds that need its sky for their own existence.
Once again, the sky wraps itself to reinvent the shape of my heart. Yet the clouds, oh my lovely clouds are like
Feelings of an open sky that keeps telling me:
Love is a temple built on an ideal that admits no idols. One worships to surrender without a want for anything other than to be like the sky that forever holds those clouds be it sun or rain without asking what lies beyond the clouds.