Reading Clouds Poem by Matthew Holloway

Black clouds hold the sky
Like the dark ink of a headline
Reporting some tragedy
Leads the mind to think
Don’t you hate it when your right
To have said in uncertain terms
A prediction of type
Then watch it unfold slowly
Powerless in its prevention
Dark clouds foreboding
The soul in its thoughts

A breaking light shatters
The unhappy illusion
Changing headlines
Softening the ink
Makes you feel different
Hopeful and energetic
Alive with expectation
Waiting and wanting
A dream to happen

The sky in its colour
In its changing type face
Tells many stories
Only you can choose
Which one to read