Masses of creamy clouds give me pause, in sweetest summer,
as they drift away like honey dreams, in lazy days of slumber.
Radiant, world class travelers, changing colors like sun jewels,
sharing secrets, like winking stars, in mystic, creeping rituals.
Here today, gone tomorrow, like pink dragonfly, gilded by sun.
Maybe faces will soon be imagined, in forms, so like gold, spun.
Always they seem very near, from green mountaintop so lofty,
letting one have a glimpse of heaven, while enjoying a coffee.
Lavender and lace is oft seen at even, floating off to nowhere,
or perhaps to rest in mysterious, gemmed bedrooms in the air.
White, cotton candy afternoon cloud, very puffy, is such a softy!

Caramel clouds of chocolate sunrise, awaiting a turquoise hour,
looming over burnt earth forever, dancing with colored flowers!
Oppressive at times, when angry, yet making up with rainbows,
utterly beautiful, silvery and rosy, like crescent moon, up close.
Directionless, like rambling, mauve rose, blind to joy she elicits.
So often racy, an adventurous spirit, she douses gold narcissus.