The Rainbow Cloud

Like a pink question mark it sat in the sky,

Begging me to ask the questions, what and why.

I did not know what caused it nor what it meant,

I wish I could have paused it, just for a moment.

But what was it you ask, here take a glass and enjoy the story, bask in its beauty for all its glory.

For once it was gone all left behind,

Was a ghostly skeleton and an imprint on my mind.

The cloud began as pink,

And I frowned as I fought to think.

But what could this be, the answer I just could not see, yet to me this was a mystery that would not let me free.

The proud pink soon gave way,

Allowing the reds, oranges, yellows, greens, and aqua blues to peak through.

Like the Aurora borealis it held me in awe,

It was a rainbow palace, a sight not seen before.

But the sing of beauty, this thing that moved me,

Would soon be no more, that I was sure,

And I could only hope, that some day in the future, I would again once again elope.

The following day all I could see was clear blue skies,

But I knew that special moment would always hold dear in my eyes