The pastel clouds sing out loud,
calling to me like a siren song.
The sight of the puffs which surround my day
and end each night,
fill me with continuous delight.
A constant companion
ever changing like quiksilver…
ever constant like my heart.
To be a part of the ethereal beauty
in this earthly existence…
Pink, yellow, blue and orange,
sometimes red and mainly white,
add to the mystery of the clouds,
how do they take shape and change,
sailing away like kites?
Heavenly bodies for my imagination
give me comfort, stories and worlds to inhabit…..
just by seeing and dreaming — I’m flying.
Like a flotilla of ships sailing into oblivion
with peace filling their sails like wind,
going towards the horizon,
glowing, shining and changing.