A Love Poem a Day - 2

I love the clouds

I love clouds NOW,
feeling as if their existence

For some time, had been denied by
a well intentioned grindstone telling me
that artificiality was more essential.

I lived on an island
yet barely saw the water;
rampant rules, wardrobe

Prestige, gold jewelry,
a certain religion;
all of those blocking vision

But none more important than the miracle softness,
the rain source that blesses the trees,
blossoming the leaves

The hope and amazement
inherent as one gazes upward
or out towards the horizon

True essence of beauty to behold;
clouds that whisper
"you're taking life too seriously"

Clouds that sing everything
from morning melodies to
lullabies and spirituals

From deep within their airways
where knowledge flows
into simplicity.

Love the clouds, my friend;
look and listen to
where songs are borne.