PINK cloud- sophie hardcastle

Beginnings and Ends
aren’t fixed
The edges are melty
Skin is porous
Stuff seeps through the walls
of time
All the words
and the hands touching
and the whispers
and the aches
and the eyes smiling
We move in and out
Into the before
And out into the after
Space is infinite
Light lingers in Dusk
There are no real beginnings
and no real ends
only Clouds changing shape
as they move across
the Sky