At the clouds of thoughts

I rediscovered the sky
and it said something to me...
capricious flavor of ominous poem
not even far I could define
if white black blue or colored my future
or just that soft flavor of newness on the tip of the tongue
that precedes the surprise in discovering the tone of a new feeling
the more I inquired the indigo roof
the more questions assaulted my curious and detailing look
soul torn to pieces heart turned greyer…
forms agitated in delicate cloud ballet...
would that be only impression?!
no clouds. Nothing…
would that be my eyes?
would that be exposed under the sky of thoughts,
my most beautiful and infinite moments,
of peace and regret?...