I spoke to the clouds one day
up there in the rarefied air
They weren't very good listeners
flitting by in their cloudy way
but since clouds are born gossips
I had no lack of conversation
I told them about you
how you put butterflies in my stomach
with a word or a glance
& how your smile is so brilliant
it's the eighth wonder of my world
They said- "Oh yes, we know that smile,
she visits from time to time
& we dance in the currents of her eyes."
They said your eyes were sapphires
the colour of ozone and the ocean
shifting from bright azure
to grey goodbye
startling even to such as them
They told me of rivers & lakes
that sparkled in the motes
of the westering sun
yet nothing could hold a candle
to the magnificence of your smile
Then they told me of dreams
when you were off away with them
from fantastic surmise
to nightmare cries
and sleepwalking until sunrise
The clouds carried me across
the Great Divide in the jet stream
spoke to me of hunger & drought
fire & flood & famine
and showed me wastelands of regret
They said- "You crossed this way before
but you lost your way."
Then they told me to follow my dreams
trust to my instincts
& to never lose heart
The clouds spoke to me that day
& they said to say hi
drop by when your eyes are clear
your smile is near
& your heart is in want of nothing
Monday, August 16, 2010
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