Sol and Luna Clouds

Clouds make me smile,

They know just how to fluff their curves

Into the shape of laughter

The white cotton in the sky turns purple at

Midnight,

Music plays as they dance along with the stars

Luna moon,

The poetic girl, who only wakes when the dark covers

Her heaven,

Shines bright enough to color the clouds

It’s six a.m,

Luna lowers for her twelve hour slumber

As Sol sun rises for his day

The puffs in the sky dress in creamy oranges,

Yellows,

And pinks

Sol stands over the horizon

When the clock reaches seven-thirty,

The clouds are once again awed

And adored

For their soft edges

They trace shadows on the Earth,

And Luna sometimes wakes

To see Sol shining beside her

The clouds make me smile

For they are the cause of how

Luna moon

And Sol sun

Fell in love;

Now the sky grows peach with love

Every morning

And evening