Song of cloud
The song of cloud forgotten,
those words of drift and whirl,
as mind no longer cares to hear,
the stories that they tell.
In vapoured, dancing dreams,
are held life’s fragile notes,
in sky-born fantasies,
which only heart’s divulge.
They draw us on ephemeral,
to tease and tantalise,
as if the heavens heard our cry,
and wrote the truth denied.
Song of cloud
The song of cloud forgotten,
those words of drift and whirl,
as mind no longer cares to hear,
the stories that they tell.
In vapoured, dancing dreams,
are held life’s fragile notes,
in sky-born fantasies,
which only heart’s divulge.
They draw us on ephemeral,
to tease and tantalise,
as if the heavens heard our cry,
and wrote the truth denied.
http://roslynrosssmallstones.blogspot.com/
LikeLike
A sonnet to my clouds does me proud Lady Ross 🙂
LikeLike
Thanks carolisle. 🙂
LikeLike
Ninja angels – absolutely!
LikeLike
Oh yes a whole wholly drama 🙂
LikeLike
Clouds and sky—my favorites…..
LikeLike
Yes and I need to join the cloud society 🙂
LikeLike
I choose flying elephant!
LikeLike
What a beautiful sentence ” I choose flying elephants!” 🙂 say a lot about you.
LikeLike