clouds look like entire worlds yet explored;
they are peaking in the distance
in mountains of more
drifting off into a blue eternal
they were there.

as morning rises they gather
colliding into another
forming foamy waves
following the tides
the wind that exhales them
moving only forward.

and in the middle age of day,
after the glory of youth has passed
there is no cloud to dampen
or form shadows on your path.
just an endless azure
that strikes hope, and fear
at the inevitability
of forever.

when days wane
and bleed their golden life
the sun falls
and clouds form again, this time
to capture the falling blood
and project the colours of desire
as red, purple and blushing pink
paint the white of worlds,
don’t blink,
before the colour swirls
and darkness falls
upon this world of all.