Cloudy Thoughts

Forgotten colors, on most days
Stain here between the sun and moon,
The best place to fish, drink in
A misplaced dream, a finished night
To store away in a thinking pond.

Grazing fancies eat their fill
Of candy floss spread so thick.
Meant to catch the falling stars,
One and all too heavy
For the heavens to hold,
As impossible dreams nest away
At the rafters of our sky.