Mood Swing

Mood Swing

Sinking from a broken blue-eyed sky,
my dismal clouds melt down
onto exaggerated molehills,
like a fading watercolor
draining with the ebb
of tears and sighs;
an angry storm
dissolving to
a black lull—
nothingness.
And now,
at peace—
the warming breath
of a fresh new moment
softens tendrils of icy wisps.
Secrets of the darkness, brighten
and glisten like dew upon my smile,
while on the horizon, a crimson sunrise
foretells of unpredictable storms to come.