Clouds,
I watch them they pulse,
beat,
with the earths living tempo.
caressing the sky.

I watch them change,
Mutate,
Become something else,
And really see a mirror.

I see my proverbial face in the clouds,
And I see you next to it,
One of the better changes in the clouds.

I can see other shapes to.
Indefinite,
Awaiting assignment of a shape,
A purpose.
Those clouds will become what I make of them.

What will I make them into?
A glass half empty,
Or a glass half full.
Or no glass at all.

We will see,
For the clouds cannot shroud the sun forever,
And eventually, the mask will be lifted,
Unveiling a new life, with you.