| The Clouds I was standing outside looking into the heavens Clouds lazily drifting by far above against a crystal blue sky My imagination soared at what the shapes might be There was a group of angles surely from the wings that I saw But then again, maybe it was a group of sting ray Migrating across the sky this time each year My thought shifted, the whales moving in herds Diving and splashing through the heavens above No, it couldn’t be whales. There were white wings And I’m sure I heard the sounds of doves coming from above Sounds from a group of feathered clouds ahead of the rest My imagination kept re-combing the whites and the blues The dull flames and smoke of a NASA car race But so quietly were the cars up on the roof of the world I figured it out. They were just high clouds With many different shapes and hues Shapes created by an aesthetic imagination Though only a moment later, I was soaring high Amongst the angles and rays of sunlight Through the clouds and off into the distant blue. ©2009 Carl Watts www.carlwattsartist.com |
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