The sky is gray today,
so I’ll gift it a shade of blue.
Some of my sadness will fill up the clouds,
so I’ll send a pinch of passionate red,
to make us remember
many of those happier times.
If tears fall,
they’ll be tears of joy,
tears born of laughter,
tears of crystal clear memories.
If another storm calls,
know
that I’ll be right here with my purple magic,
and you’ll be
where you’re meant to be.
Spirit of Tara 