Cloud's Annotation

The cloud extends a quill of wind.
On the skin of the sky, it notes the names of memories.
Each name is a small storm that breathes,
and blue becomes a trembling notebook of memory.
When time brushes against the sunset, the letters lengthen.
Some names become stars of gentle ink.
Others remain hidden, promises at the horizon’s edge.
Thus the past scribes upon the present, breathing among the clouds.