The clouds that cover the outlets
Form mysteries about the faint, winter breaths
Whispering echos across the hallways and through closed doors
Crawling up to the open windows that mark the edges of sanity
Sleek metal surfaces cause symbolic reverberations
Nestling their way through the gates of that which is never closed
Gone are the ribbons that present the pretty box
Lost long ago with the mermaids that kicked and swam deeper
Tag: clouds
Tickle The Clouds (day 368)
Giant arching thunder beasts
Tickle the clouds up high
Flashing their brilliance
Only for the teasing sun
Their spin is never ending
No beginning or an end
They make life more bearable
Electricity sent through their wings
Perhaps the morrow will thank us
For bringing health to her door
Perhaps the clouds will anger
At their nemesis forever more
First Horn (day 367)
The serene beauty caresses my being
I watch it from ten houndred meters in the sky
Rising sun catches a glimpse of a bird
Making it’s way further into the day
The trees hardly move now
At this mornings early calm
The rabbits hop slowly
Shaking off the freshly set dew
The clouds they are heavenly
Parting here and there for blue sky
Perhaps the starling will fly today
Screeching into the sky
Breakfast is a faint smell away
Lingering like a fond memory
Today is beginning now
I hear the day’s first horn
Most of the Time (Vancouver Reprise) (day 298)
A beautiful city that drags me forwards
With clouds so thick
And skies so blue
This city is weird, indeed
With a sun that hides
Most of the time
The streets here are filled
With a damp caress
Most of the time
It’s ok the sun doesn’t dictate
With it’s rays so golden
Most of the time
I drive forth, into the northern hills
With their peaks white and green
Most of the time
Let Us Begin (day 241)
Lament of a lover
Gets lost in the sea
As the islands grow thinner
And the skies to infinity
Grow long, distant lands
Mercy the horizon without grace
Say farewell to familiar clouds
Bid adieu firm soil
My feet no longer tempt
The lonely seas of your pasture
My flowers no longer grow
From the brown brown soil of your fathers land
Beautiful (day 81)
Lakes with glassy water
Sculptured clouds float lazily by
And a bee makes its rounds
Loudly buzzing to say hi
Sunshine, sometimes hiding
Soaking deep within
Smells of grass which I ignore
The itch; I am relaxed
A cool glass of lemon water
Lazily swinging on the porch
Soft music floats along
As the warm oven sings a song
Snoozing, with the pretty girl from the North
Even breath, tummy against my back
Flutters of a spinning fan
It’s summer again, let it remain again
*NOTE: again, I found another missing number in my catalog, so to make all right with the world, I changed the day number on this to fill in the voids. Sorry to cause you alarm.
Time (day 64)
Sun, ever alluding
Peeks its shining head out
From behind the yonder clouds
While the wind
High above in rigor glory
Blows it’s destruction
Shade brings sun brings shade
Brings leaves
Time brings dusk
Time brings dawn
Loosen your grip
Just let it slip
Summer Nolstalgia (day 40)
Wide awake at home, clouds looming dangerously
Hawks are circling and the crows are pecking
Music is a rolling and my heart is beating
Landscape rises and shrinks into the distance
Lazily cars monotonously roll by characteristically
Ants crawl over, bugs hope amongst my arms and clothes
Sun spits it’s piercing rays through small windows of opportunities
And the smell, oh the smell
The smell reminds me of every summer before
Where stars came out in warmth
Lawn mowers clipped the silence with their destructive menace
Bees buzz lazily through pollinated colours of transfixing floral glory
While the barbeque crankily resists the easy start
But happily searing the meaty part
And everyone smiles
The End (day 39)
Not so lonely star-clouds
Clutter the lit sky
Forcing the city to
Sleep under it’s blanketed cover
Breathing is even harder here
Whilst muffled by the fog
But I’ll come through again with
Just a moments rest please