From James Webb Wilson (Jim the Poet).
Vernon, CT USA
Clouds For Dreaming
These are the mammoth clouds for dreaming,
Piled high enormous mountains teeming,
Chiaroscuros toned layer on layer ever bright,
Puffy white upon puffy white.
They slowly float across our view
Dividing thew patches of azure blue
On a proud afternoon of a summer;s day
Gigantic masks of a surrealist’s way.
These huge conglomerate amorphous cliffs
Dominate the sky as each one drifts
As a winged sculptor etches a face anew
To form a future yet to come true.
They rise as some Herculean boat
Weighing nothing able to float
Across a wild and energetic sky in ease
As Rushmore4 images come to their knees.
These are the quiet giants of our time
The footless wonders of a higher clime
Which pass by and leave it may seem
Nothing, except per chance a dre3am.
© James Webb Wilson (Jim the Poet). 2009.