Watching Clouds(refinished)

watching clouds
drifting by
soul within me starts to fly

upwards and onwards,
here we travel once again

on a journey
we don't want to end

lost deep with in
clouds so vast


as we float on our journey
for as long as it will last

just as soon as they come
clouds go by way too fast
 
There are times when the clouds close over
  And the sun disappears from our sight
And the day,
though a moment before
  All sunshine is shrouded in night


Soft steps in the sky
free mind
willing to fly



 
The World sometimes becomes  a soft shadow of gray
And that is the pallet of the painters sky today
His brush a swift swirling in the thick paint
My dear painter what will you paint for me?
A dapple gray and tufts of black peony

I see your face in clouds above
And long to tell you of my love
I look for you yet cannot find
 
ours to shape
unconscious thoughts
into the faces of
the ones we long for
 
Billowed tufts of shapes and faces
Sweep me off to mystic places
 
I chase each before rain can berate me
and sedate cotton candy clouds from my memory.
 
tears melt like spun sugar along the cone of my nose
and suddenly in the cleansing joy your image rises blurred
 
An azure bed with pillows piled
where dreamtides billow undefiled

In which sanctuary binds my mind,
Whilst love is a tempest that leads us blind
 
against these fitting tides an ember glows
so youthful it traces again
bearing in a salty shift of perfect lines
golden to the touch of colors bleeding
 
soft feathered pillows of satin and silk
lay beneath the bodies to seal our warmth
an ecstasy only heaven can negate
 
Yet we left without a trace to elate-
While running deeper colors in seismic shapes
 
Dreams billow wildly past as colors dance across the face of Time;
I find my Self in the sultry sky
as I seek the Promise of Peace...
 
my hand stretches toward heaven,
to the lilac flowers above -
my soul fills with the colour of dreams
and the fragrant wings of doves
 
My soul hangs below,
sadly watching those above.
And I know,
I shan't feel their kind of love.
 
Yet still my mind reaches,
stirs atmospheric peace,
my senses inhaling,
fulfilling my need.
 
to touch with my hands the clouds high above
feel the fluffiness,
how swiftly they move.
catching sight of a rainbow of mystical colours
blending with the clouds creating colourful ones.

But rainbow twirls and colours mix
The clouds turn grey for a lover twixt
The skies do open and rain does fall
An impressionist cries at the rainbows gall.

Rainbow fades;
sun peeks through
Shifting shapes again in view

No matter the clouds that do drift by
                    In every one I see your eyes
 
each rainbow color,
a piece of your soul
every puff of clouds,
a piece of your heart
the raindrops mix with all your tears
but the smiles remain throughout the years
 
Smiles crafted from glue and candy cigarettes,
crafted from every drop of sentiment,
deep within those eyes.
 


 
through the dark white fog,
a gloomy sight to see
like imagination,
it is as u make it to be
 
And I see your face.
Shining with the mornings sunlight
and all can be whole and beautiful.
Before my tear splashes to the ground.
I see your eyes.
My heart is opened wide and I take it all in.
So atmospheric,
falling so slowly.
Yet, so fast in love.
My love, my only angel.


Your eyes they are ever oh so blue
They sparkle through those clouds that the sun shines through

and the words I speak to you

they take on more meaning than
what the moon means to morning dew

sleeping outside,
under you
I brown the grass beneath me

as I watch you drift by the moon
colours of beauty so surreal