Daring the glares of realities
attuned to the unspoken melodies
vibrant in gracious touches of One and Only
there gives no need to disarm
or grieve shield and a ribboned lance
as there before you they fide the clouds
speaking the words of the winds
carrying blue dye to paint the skies
plucking airless promises
for tomorrows and sails for now and yonder
and the floaters float on clouds
then the rain came
the rain came
why did they not see and why did they not think
that clouds turn into rains
cloudy wisdom leaves heads in the cloud
perchance more should dare the glares of realities