something about the clouds

I’d like to walk among the crystals:

in the glistening scapes so white

where only the sun sees

on the dorsal side of the cloud

floating so close to the slanted hill

seemingly close white cliffs hovering

and inviting me with glowing sun

and the softest bed of ice to lay

my dreams of tears far, far aside

but I know that place so serene

is miles and miles and miles away

layering on atmosphere farther above

than my lungs care to reach

and I wonder if, somewhere,

this same dream is shared

so we may watch the clouds

and their fragile lands

keep passing us by


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