Poem of Waters and Skies

Through cataracts in the skies A distant moan begins to rise Through an uncharted cloud Of a puddle yet to be in drops The fruit sky shrieking aloud In a garden of iridescent crops With blooming pollution in clad soil Entwined in a cumulonimbus coil Morphing into a levitated brook With a broken and faceless rook In a receding horizon losing it’s form Cackling out to the tempestuous storm Flashes of embers in skies blink Flooding the faintly seen brink Of the distant washed away galaxies Pygmy slowly galloping through Rolling clouds in the skies of aquatic blue A delicate touch of colored waves Painting rainbows on sea graves Where pirate ships set sail Through a violent pour of hail In a limitless sky of falling streams And an icicle ocean of melting dreams Through cataract jets in the skies A static ambience calms and dies…