Clouds
Dark, timeless, black diamond like
With tassels of white
dangling low
silver chandeliers
The city-scapes
rising, reaching up
Kissing hope
Clouds
Lacquer-like
layers of cement
Blue ice streaks
throw incandescent light
In brush strokes
Tree tops playing along
Seeking the serene
Clouds
Hugging close
like a caring lover
to the curves of
country bridges
Running an impromptu race
while the traffic
crawls along
Halting
to swipe identity
and existence proofs
The waves atop float
forward on and away
unhindered
unhinged
Clouds
Inspiring
before they
melt away
Pouring themselves
onto the barren
Consumed
with passion
for what they witness
They pour forth
in non-violent
protest
