Clouds

For a moment you were a beautiful face – a silhoutte in the sky

Then, you became a gargoyle, foreboding and ugly

As I glance away from my hell – I had no idea you were there

A perfect white feather brushed my hand to beckon me to stare

Seconds pass – the ever-changing shapes of white cotton clouds leap into a frantic dance

To create a face sadness – mouth drooping into a solemn statue of stone

Surrounded by movement and change – nothing to hold onto in this perpetual world

As I look again – the beautiful face has returned – pure, sincere, reassuring

I hold onto the image until dusk steals him away

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