On first glance
A mask of solid clouds

But then I notice

Dark and foreboding
Anger

Soft, nearly pink
Contentedness

Pale gray
Melancholy

Billowy white
Hope

Every so often
I see a patch of blue sky

Like Blue eyes
Emerging from behind the veil

I catch a glimpse
However brief

Some Clarity

A relief to finally see
What is really there

How does the sky know?

What I am thinking
How I am feeling
What I am seeing

This mixture of colors

These states of being

The Changing Nature
Of the Clouds
And
Of my mind