Don't move
don't dare to break the silence
that keeps the mind at bay.

Stay right here
laying motionless
in the midst of wavy grass and bright golden dandelions
as you gaze endlessly up at the sky.

Serene, tranquil
vague, glorious.
Shades of azure draw you in,
but the true beauty lies in the puffs-
Pure like snow,
or the shade of an untouched marshmallow
waiting to be savored.

Cherish those clouds
for like snowflakes or raindrops
no two are ever the same.
Do not let one pass you by-
make your wishes
whisper secrets
as you ponder the shapes in the sky.

Puffs
Inconsequential as the dandelions that will vanish in the fall
but more peaceful
more soothing.
The pure, pale puffy clouds
chase each other across the mid-afternoon sky-
like swans on a lake-
each carrying one more regret, recollection, or worry away,
so that you are free
liberated
like those white puffs dancing through the cobalt skies.