Clouds

A little bit of free form poetry for ya'll.

Clouds

The clouds float suspended in midair
Like jellyfish riding the ocean’s currents.

Moving
Changing
Transforming

All of them individual
Thoughts.
Each one is a memory ,
Or an idea,
Or an aspiration
Just waiting to become real.

They provided fuel for the imagination
We watch them pass over head
Becoming rabbits, cars, anything.
Flowing to a similar destination.
Melding, breaking apart
Fraying as if they are the
Tattered threads of a blanket.

They pass over the horizon
Behind the blue mountains and the sun,
Shining with a brilliant golden hue.
The richness of their journey
Not valued until this fleeting moment of glory.
Where all of the long day comes to a close
And the memories, ideas, and aspirations
All become real, within our hearts, and within our minds.