WE ARE AS CLOUDS

We are as clouds before the sun
That pass across it one by one
The driftwood of humanity
In endless space our deepest sea.

If watching with attentive eyes
Our different forms we visualize
Like rumbling mothers, thunder borne
Red angry, march at early dawn
Dispersing soon in Golden waters
Revealing hidden fair-haired daughters
Whispy, slim, in fleeting chase
Through strato-cumulus they race
Whilst nimbus angels guard on high
The mackerel road from ground to sky
Soon changed to flocks of cotton-wool sheep
That move across in deathly sleep
The winds of time that drive them on
Caring not whence they came, nor where they\’ve gone

And such is man that in his haste
Forgets whether he drives or whether he’s chased
Content to do just as others have done
With never a moment to turn to the sun
To ponder or pause, unless it’s in fright
When he turns and in panic discovers it’s night
Too late now, for the crowds are milling behind
For day and night are as one to the blind
And the people they perish as clouds do in rain
In black, stormy violence that releases the strain
Then silence pervades where warm breezes once blew
With only the dead left to witness the view
Time passes in form of a circle revolving
Unaware of the old a new life is evolving
And thus, there appears in the indigo sky
A tiny white cloud, passing silently by

We are as clouds before the sun
That pass across it one by one
The driftwood of humanity
In endless space, our deepest sea.