Read on for The Cloud and all the clouds.
She walked on
Lost in her world
Wanting to be found
Waiting to be heard
Then she heard him whisper in her ears
Her deep imagination
Clinging to his words
She smiled she looked up
He said, “Hey I wouldn’t want you to miss that glowing cloud.”
She turned to look
And there it was
A beautiful dark blob of grey and the peeking sun
She loved photographs
Her soul lied in each one she took
So she took her camera
And captured the sky afar
While she took the pictures
She found beauty
Where none lay
A man walked by and made her day
The clouds they were
Whether stratus or nimbus
Making her float
And her heart happy as a lark
She thanked him
While she took the final pictures
Her imaginary djinn of the clouds
To help her notice
What she couldn’t have
Staying lost in her heart
She smiled feeling thankful to have caught
That cloud, he didn’t want her to miss
August for me is going to mean a slow culmination of things I’ve been working on for very long but not so easy yet another month to go to see the final thread of time in place. Hoping August brings us the patience and serenity we need, the embracing of simple joys and the happiness of waiting for something special.
I hope this iPhotograph of The Cloud made you happy for the ones like big blobs of butter, ducks, elephants with their trunks, great big whales and the ones with a bird streaking them through.
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