clouds

the night still, heavy with doubt
even the wind ponders its fate
as for trees, they do not rustle
it is but expectation in the air

clouds, waiting to burst forth
ringed with darkened bands
all-seeing, kohl-rimmed eyes
hah! you mere male mortal!

cloud dominant, yet repressed
needing the wind beneath her
yet hungry, lusty, voracious
pounding earth with rain fists

swirling changing ethereal being
black, white, and red, all over
passion-spattered, the cloud
fine mist descends over time

fine feathered clouds, wispy
lined up jet-liner vapour trails
flippant, carefree, the angst
scattered, life's windy gusts

little puffy clouds, childlike
pure white, like driven snow
captured moment in my eye
yet another persona exposed

the night slowly draws to close
even the stars bid you adieu
for clouds you will be no more
hark, yonder light! 'tis the sun..