Clouds From the Ground Up

I love gossamer clouds that arise from the ground, Or appear in the sky (when conditions are fair), Winds that hold them aloft too can carve them quite round (As a supercell rotates a starship's born there!) A cloud wall dark as night may not shimmer with light, But its lightning does pledge that it's close to Hell's edge. As a child, I once dreamed I might lasso a cloud, And then train it as one might an eagle or hawk, Never sure what Mom'd say, or if I was allowed? In a box with my toys, do you think it would squawk? Oh, to soar like a bird with no tears seen or heard, Safe there! Child's view of love; Watch the Earth from above! Now the adult still dreams of a flight to the moon, Wants to rise to clouds' heartland away from the crowd, Might the touch of cloud's skin make a calloused man swoon! Has fool ever been born more in love with a cloud? Though in childhood I thought a soft cloud might get caught, Man learned all life's God's stardust! Now heaven I trust! Long Tooth June 16, 2018