clouds
pink orange
float past
like the venetian gondolas
sing to me Ambroso

she peers through the fogged windows
cold as winter frost
mountains seem mere specks
particles of unappreciable magnitude

oceans engulf masses of land
strange orchestrations
slowly encroaching

views the sandy depths
of the clear Caribbean sea
marking majestic patterns
of explainable riddles

heavens in the skies
she peers
hoping the sense of the world
will embrace her beautiful mind

for if not,
they’re of lackluster solidarity
these passing days