Clouds that sing
Beneath the weight of life.
Clouds that glow
Through trouble and strife.
Clouds around one’s thoughts
In days of nought.
The whisper
The stumble
The getting under
The ‘peoples’ of this life.
That shine beyond
The first glance
Of seeing
Of knowing
Of understanding
A rare beauty
Of raised hair
Despair?
For their
Path beyond
Souls unknown
And their hurt
Across the realms
Forlorn.
Little shining lights
So bright
Find fuel
Of hearing
In the night.
Eyes are light
And happy
And giving
And seeing.
The flight to be
Will see thee
Across the clouds
Of love.
A sense
A feel
And all around
Who in their real
See you.
A beautiful spirit
Of the world.
No need to hurt
No need to have
For eyes
That are low
Have no need to go
To the dark.
This universe stands
Adjacent to your flow.
Everything is OK.