Clouds

Relflecting and appreciating above.

Clouds

When I look above
I see clouds of love
Singing their song of grace
Weaving a dance of lace

Scattered and floating
Immeasurable in brilliance
A bed to flights of birds
Pillow to my upturned thoughts

Caught in such moments of wonder
Guided by their spontaneous ballet
Their sense of place in the universe
(Too worthy for my verse)

Temporary like dew, moodily
They migrate to that unseen place
Leaving me to look upon the blue
And dream of cloud's appearance.