cloud songs
Posted on January 20, 2017 by j.g.lewis
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Invisible as a thought
as concrete as a dream,
words or whispers
precipitous through the night
are rarely as they seem.
Humbled by gentle presence
felt, but never there. Moments
of the indeterminate past
are oftentimes less than fair.
Darkness hastens wonder,
impending daylight not often clear,
holding back the dawn
are we holding back our fears?
j.g.l.