Clouds

Time hand in glove

with nature

Will  cloud eyes, rob

bounce from steps

 

Frothy dreams wearing night’s cloak

Will elude their talons

On wings of mythical unicorns head

For the stars, nightly visit 

 

Wash spirit in daybreak’s glistening robe

Long to tickle out of reach clouds

Soar unmoored, shore to shore

Open shut doors

 

Pandora’s box of past hurts

Will hound, bay at twilight, with guile

Stuff ears with louder mirth wads

 Drown out their cries

 

This cat and mouse is a game

That has neither winner, nor a loser

Only measured moves of chess that

Daily come to rest, in the box, same

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The human soul is like a cloud. It is forever in movement and changing. – Carmen Gaite

 

 

 

 

 

 

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