Ode to the Clouds
I sit to write an ode
but the words come out cold
Blue against white, static I write
I see her in the clouds
and I meet her in my dreams
But some days there are none
and the nights always cease
So I create the clouds
fading the day away
And craft another moment when
we meet imaginary
However fleeting, a moment’s worth the loss
of mental capability
For one with her in the clouds is more
than none in reality
Hey, that post leaves me feeling foloish. Kudos to you!