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.
