I could think of nowhere better to lay my head but on the clouds.
It's soft and malleable presence resonating dreams of mid summers in Brazil.
At sunset the clouds bore fleeting resemblance to Chinese lanterns, "Sun Lit Pillows".
I could stare at the clouds for hours
It took the shape of memories ;
My first embrace of family
How I fitted so perfectly in the valley of his palm
Or that of a sibling
How we were the same but yet different
So we go on to accept the terms:
Life is enveloped in change,
There is beauty in change.
Then what is beauty ?