Cloudsongs
Above me
on sunny days
cotton plugs
inconstant layer
crinkled
frail white lambs
grazing
on blue meadows
between
sky and earth
I am listening
to soft musik
of the cloudharp
and the sky
is presentig me a
pearl-coloured smile
* * *
White
dome shaped
cotton plugs above me
falling into pieces
cloudstreets
does appear
leading to the sky
miles above
I am building
a castle with towers
and windows
inconstantly
changeable
an eagle is carried by
the updraft of warm air
not any God
can live here
on these clouds
and later on
the corona of the moon
give light
bluish in dim light
* * *
The sky
covered with
closely packed
tufts of wadding
between them
hills wrapped
with a veil of mist
homeland from
eagle and
dragonflyer
without a voice
and clouds
make a row
time-lens
icecrystalization
glittering
during sunset
© Ursula Gressmann
