Do you know what makes the clouds?
When shivered limbs turn skyward in the night
Little dreams beyond our fingertips
and all the words unsaid
With light sugar fluffed blossoms on our tongue
The taste is gone - and so are our cotton clouds

What brooding ache lies in the thunderheads?
the ripping heart inside echoes in the clouds
fettering down to all below
It is so harrowing that it shakes
does your hand shake?
they tremble the sky, and they tremble you
light leaping in vibrant burning snakes
screams of the sky.

Do you know what energy is left in the wake, in the rains?
Absolution and release,
tears for the world to grant life with such grief
little breaths of freshness left amidst the drops
It hits to weigh you down, in your clothes in your hair,
sinking to the soil, to drag you with it.

Do you know where the clouds go when the sun shines?
or are they there behind our mind?
with brilliant rays of warmth and light
where envisioned clouds float
Hope is still there somehow
even when untouchables can't be seen.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Ultio, in the year 533 AD.