A cloud is beautiful for a moment , only illuminated by the dropping sun.
It turns grey, dull and flat.
I hear no cries for what was lost , only quiet transformation into another.
There is peace in knowing that all this must move, all this heart ache and sadness must move , but first you must let it go , like the cloud.
transform into another.
do not shun the darkness…merge with it , guided by the light of the moon guardian , caressing the cloud with her ethereal light, a new beauty is taken on , until the promised sunrise appears.
And even though it may seem that night and day are places that we must dwell in , one look outside the planet and the sun shines on regardless.
It is always light. Even when there seems darkness.
Female Spirits in a Canyon - Elisabeth Sonrel
drawing by Carolina Krol (http://krol-lork.deviantart.com/)