Robert Horton Poet Rhyme

In the Clouds

In The Clouds 

Bursting 
     at the seams 
Like bubbles 
     on a thorn,

Roses 
     and daffodils 
Midst grasses 
     and corn 

A myriad, 
     a mish-mash 
Of natures 
     sweet powers 

Shading 
     the meadows 
And dappling 
     the flowers. 

I lay there, 
     I dream 
Of vast 
     open spaces 

Where warmed 
     I can kiss 
A million 
     changing faces, 

Some 
     like bold pansies, 
Some 
     of shy crocus

And your face 
     emerges 
In the clouds 
     out of focus. 

Drifting off 
     to sleep 
Between the fences 
     and trees 

Fluttering 
     my eyelids
To the rhythm 
     of the breeze, 

And there 
     I dream 
Of my 
     true love's eyes 

As she watches me 
     sculpt her 
Out of shapes 
     in the sky.

I fly there, 
     I kiss her
But her face 
     melts away 

Into the rain 
     filled swathes 
Of dank 
     milky grey,

I run 
     to the trees 
And merge 
     with the crowds

Who, like me, 
     are searching 
For their true love
     in the clouds.

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