The Mystery Of Clouds

The Mystery Of Clouds

Clouds of white
Traveling thousands of miles
Looking down on mountains
Filling valleys with cool air
Drifting above big cities and small towns
Flowers lift toward the sky
Watching for them
Children see friends floating within them
Silky veils of white
Flowing on gentle breezes
Always moving as if dancing a beautiful ballet
A melody that no one but the clouds can hear
But yet one that plays for all to enjoy
We watch as the sun sets
The last moments of sunlight fades
Shining through clouds a dozen miles away
The clouds become gold and yellow and red
Some people watch crying
Others hold hands
A few kiss and share their love
But they all watch
They watch a show designed by the gods
Designed for mortals such as you and I





Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2007-01-22 at 23:14

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kath
clouds are magic ... so far away and so close to our hearts and imagination ... you can see all you want in clouds ... and you captured their soul beautifully with your words

a very nice read and I felt like I was all in the middle of a green landscape watching clouds tell their stories ....

regards
kath
2007-01-24


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
A great poem!The clouds had always been a source of inspiration for me and sometimes a source of sadness (when it's winter and I long for the sun) Or sometimes I see the clouds as the blanket that keeps us warm when it snows(specially here in sweden)
*bookmarked*
2007-01-22