What if I were to conjure a storm
And be met with a fleeting rain?
What if I let a small sob escape
And spilt forth a rogue hurricane?
What if I precipitated a thunder
And heard word of a sweet refrain?
What if Cumuli resolved with Nimbus
To be lighter once again?

Are there aliens

inside the clouds? Who is there --


rummaging about?

Slow cloud formations

drift darkly within themselves --


humming a little.

We are clouds
individual
and collective by nature
changeless-ever-changing
drifting into our eyes
and across our minds

We cannot live in
photos or paintings--
inspiring, but hanging
dormant like billboards
and traffic signs

Dark clouds awaken
when angry
fire and fury
torrents of rain
hail damaging

Then Zephyr comes
to appease their anger
  --god’s of the sky--
peace treaties pending

She often drifts in like
an angel
ahead of a storm front--
thunder and lightning her silhouette--
bringing in less
threatening clouds to
comfort us when storms
leave us angry cold and wet

At times even darker
clouds hang ominously
and high winds are surely threatening war--
then out the blue
allies flank our enemy
blowing away
the fiery vaporous Thor

We float into wintertime
into its storyline
Drifting in and out of space
and time through seasons
of wind hail rain or shine
(essence of
our connected
and interconnected minds)

Billowing Cumulonimbus
Dark Nimbostratus
Thin Sirius basking in sunshine
Shapeless grey clouds of snow
Cold drizzle reigns

Funnel clouds
cyclone
monsoon
hurricane
typhoon
bursting through
atmospheric membrane

We can be moody
boasting large volumes
but revealing far-less mass

Passively aggressive
boasting less volume
but revealing a lot of mass

We are clouds
changeless-ever-changing
drifting into our eyes
and across our minds

The soft murmurs
of deep repose
whisper to me,
a breeze across my shallow heart,

As I slip into blurred lines
between life and eternal rest.
The unruly yet calming
resonance blesses my weary eyes
with a tender kiss.

Above, clouds continue
to grace the sky,
and even then,
I can't seem to muster up
whatever resides within;

This tide of once pure emotion,
I now must learn to resist.

I gaze at the clouds
The way I gaze at you
I find them lovely
No matter what they do
Just like how I find you pretty
Even though you think yourself as a misery.

From the start,  
where dreams first whispered  
and laughter danced on air,  
the world seemed wide,  
like a page blank and bright.  

We built castles from crayons,  
painted skies with no limits,  
every worry a distant cloud  
easily chased away.  

Friendship bloomed  
like spring flowers,  
mixing colors in the sun,  
each moment a treasure  
held close,  
glistening like morning dew.