what Anna feels for the sky

will I have words to describe
what Anna feels for the sky?

she's quiet
and her wild side is all there
upsetting the pattern
blowing foam bubbles and streamers

if trees are dreams
rooted and swaying
clouds are their haloes
going out round in ripples
taking them further

then pulled by the wind to a side
as a kite
giving way 
to whatever comes floating
until it's rain
back again
to the beginning of circles

and if this be the dance
sunset or dawn
the sun'll be the paint-brush
of the warmest romance

or it fades into pure blue
opposite to grays
darker shades
and the storm
pure drama worn
on the inside of skull

decodifying skies
is Anna's skill
by the rules hidden
in her curls and eyes

behind her quiet gaze