"Taking himself seriously, so you don't have to."

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

One Comment

  1. Hey, that post leaves me feeling foloish. Kudos to you!

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