The Weather Is Fine Poem by jodde taylor

Sun, peering in my eyes
as the daylight opens,
to breathing skies
circulating in tinges of gold
still you remain a vision
flowing across horizons far
all inhibition slides to your majority,
a fateful memory,
flies into wild inspiration.

A place removed,
from shaded vines
a pendulum, swinging high
depths of ancient desires
stretching arms, roaming tranquility
reaching out, a solitary gesture
drowning upon rapid rivers.

Blue, deep, deepest modesty
swimming through the currents
surreal in intensity,
we dived into falling rain
meeting somewhere in between
rising tears of a transcending day.

Still the weather moves
which keeps the sun,
falling from the sky
into my winter,
slowly re-tracing steps
listening to the air
swaying against my neck
summer breezes tie me,
to a beautiful smile
gazing upon a road,
left far behind.

A glance, a brief second
falling in love all over again
Oh' the weather is fine
it's crystal clear
breaking distance,
of a place we shared
the weather is fine,
day still approaches night
stars greeting an open darkness
a ship floating through open seas.

The weather is fine
acclimatizing moody dreams.