…suspended spectacles, decorating the heavens with means
when no other seems to care or even listen to the dreams
of minds full of wonder, that see the world as streams
flowing with possibilities, running endless as the leaves
swirling and prancing to the Fall of winds, so colorful as thieves
showcasing their talents, yet silently mesmerizing souls without keys
for in the instance to behold, one would find missing their deeds
like the air surrounding us when reaching out to touch
those pearly white puffs of nature captivating ever so much
the ideas of one’s aspirations to live true and not clutch
to someone else’s perception, choking the life out of what?
…the designs and shapes of intrinsic but delicate clouds.