Mottled-Like

It’s the first time in a long time
That I’ve seen this
The mottled sky caress the starry sky

It’s the first time
In what feels like forever
That I’ve done this
Taking to you until 2 am

But it’s different now
There’s loss that adds its hue
These feelings of nostalgia
Mixed with the joy of the present

It’s all beautiful
Things that have passed
And the ones that are reaching forward
I find myself on a beautiful precipice
Between the two

Black and white are often wished for
But reality is like this sky
All mottled-like and astonishing in its subtlety