Cloud Envy


The whisper-breath of ghosts sailing

Across the azure sky assailing

The mind with dreams of times long past, and, yet still to come.


The misty, fading thoughts spin

Around- a maelstrom of the mind- therein

Lies the tempestuous allure of the capricious clouds.


They,who float by, unaffected by the sins

And sorrows of the world, those twins,

The unkempt nimbus, full of lightning, the stoic cumulus, slow and steady.


I envy them. Their serenity,

If I could posses it, would give me amenity.

Alas, the soul has what body lacks and I long to soar as a cloud.