Sea in the Sky

I have always loved clouds

how they bend, move, and transform

it's as if I am catching a glimpse of heaven breaking through

Bathed in colors of light reflected by stars

unafraid of being tied to something greater

White pillowy clouds move in breaths

in the sky

so close yet never touching the ground

Beauty witnessed and never felt

I stretch my fingers, stand on tiptoes

hoping to touch just the mist

But the ground holds me firmly, wrapping around my ankles

as gravity shoves my shoulders down

I am not meant to be in the clouds

I am not a bird who flys freely

in between the worlds of sky and earth

I am just a dreamer

longing, greedy, thirsting for more

yet afraid to embrace where I am planted

The shadows that no longer move in the wind

are only amplified by light

There, there is only breaking... not beauty

And I am so tired of being cut open

like a wound that refuses to stop

Is healing only found in the hurting?

Is suffering the only way to bear fruit?

You told me to be perfect, to fight

when all I wanted was to be held

To be told I was worth protecting

to say you are sorry I was not

To not make me fear the shadows and the storms

because of what is hidden and still felt

Love only seems to take

and yet I desire it so desperately

It starts to rain

the clouds become shades of darker greys and ash

water falls steadily

It smells so sweet

mixing in with tears of salt and hope

I hear thunder, but I am not afraid

as the ground's grasps retreats and the shadows come closer

For you speak in the thunder

you make lightning dance

You split the clouds like seas in the sky

Birthing something new

something beginning to live

The shadows rise ready to consume me

Yet the waves of clouds guide the sun's light in gold, pinks, and purples

Piercing through what used to be covered

cleansing what had started to rot

The cool rain now warmed against my skin

as clouds dance according to your hands

Painted, Positioned for a Purpose

being formed and expressed in love

What was once barren

now is budding with new life

Pinks, yellows, purples, orange

teasing and waiting to burst through

Beauty here I can touch

I can smell

I can be

As your spirit connects us

the dancing sea in the sky

and the beds of earth ready to bloom

Ready to breathe

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How you rip apart shades of grey

like smudged charcoal and night

Birthing something new while still being formed

Taking shape and then releasing

Hungry to bend into something greater than itself

The Sea in the Sky

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Krystal Thomas, May 2025