Thinking of the canvas clouds,
How they shield my eyes from the sun's sharp dagger;
And turn their backs against the windy stagger.
It's as if I were boat on wind-swept seas,
Tilting with the tide,
Listing from side to side.
And my canvas clouds are there,
Holding me upright so I do not fall,
They love me, without a word at all.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
Thinking of the canvas clouds,
How they shield my eyes from the sun's sharp dagger;
And turn their backs against the windy stagger.
It's as if I were boat on wind-swept seas,
Tilting with the tide,
Listing from side to side.
And my canvas clouds are there,
Holding me upright so I do not fall,
They love me, without a word at all.
