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An Elegy to the Clouds
O! clouds beyond a human’s grasp,
What could it be that moves you so?
Can something this alive in mass,
Be shot with just a windy bow,
Around the meadows mountain pass?
Surely beauty pure as thee-
(Capable of moving me) ,
Must be the champion of the sky.
And gatekeeper to all above it-
Deciding when the sun shall shine,
Shrouding stars upon a whim,
While dressing moonlight, end to end-
Gathering for a blizzard.
You are the messengers of dawn,
For when the sun peeks from below,
‘Tis you that keeps his colors so,
Yellow, orange, soft crimson,
A metamorphosis of moments,
Caught within the skylines yawn,
As sparrows raise their tongues in song.
Oh clouds, I beseech thee to
Part with but a bit of wisdom,
One insignificant truth,
Held within your heavenly body.
Whisper to me a lesson….
“See things as us clouds do”
Hung above the earth in thought
And blown about, yet not distraught
poem
by
Lazarus Knix
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