Clouds

Charming chiseled wonder white On marble of the brightest blue; In perfect painting I delight, And long to be above with you – To sail the skies on wily wisps of breeze, And take on softly sifting pow'dry shapes; To float forever on your waveless sea, And hide in misty shrouds of your embrace A hurried upward glance at tranquil tufts Will tell a passing mortal you are still, But gazing close upon your silken fluff, I witness stirring tendrils of your will You glide so graceful, seeming unafraid, And dare to drift despite relentless change; From dawn to dusk you trace your winding path, Though soon you'll be a mark of nature’s wrath But now you give no gloomy sign of storm, Content to sleep in azure sky serene, Securely wrapped in softest sheets so warm – A peaceful child in a pleasant dream.