Cumulus

I am suspended w/o interruption Drifting across the cerulean ocean Unblemished in the mystic ceiling Feathers spread to swim thru Thru the effervescent blue Eyes reach up to embrace astonishing And perceive suspiciously The soul inquiring internally And mind waning to comprehend me My shade greets well Alleviating skin that is pale I am not the main attraction in the tale But the theme The context and the scene Not the crazy night but the bars The black in between the stars The background behind the mural The shadow projecting from material A cricket in the night making musical sound Filling the void eventually it begins to drown Among the crowd Im that quiet cloud I speak It withers weak And it evaporates like the rain after the storm I might change Take many form and landscape unpredictable range Still you contemplate my relevance While your thoughts dance To fit me in Seeping through my confidence your trust falls through my skin Your hand collects a wisp anticipating me firm It vanishes as you descend My arms chase in term like lightening racing to the floor to scoop under But my grip permeates as if I were wind Anger roars inside of me like thunder My eyes crystalize Tears flow to the earth and make a river bed My perception analyze As you rest it lifts you, dead With a will that read My urge to keep you irrelevant will never capsize