The Clandestine Hue

The clouds were busy blanketing a clandestine hue

A hue that may be “jamais vu”

There was an aching change in the way the winds sashayed –

The winds caressed my face and I welcomed it’s new embrace

Is it true, is this new?

I await to be dazzled by the clandestine hue

Tenacity had left my spirit for another and so I must fly to see what’s mine…

I soared fiercely up into the skies to greet my own hue draped in the softest glow and an endearing shine!