clouds passed

clouds passed

i wonder if those clouds tell stories

about the cloud scrapers of ancient skies

like the stars do

they tell tales of people

who only fall into hands

of beautiful dreams

and how they wish along the night

with those clouds

i just look up at their forms

their shapes

the soft white cottons

floating on

as falling down feathers

and they passed me by

in the blue sky


LadyWritesTheBlues said...

LOVE it!!!

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

this is beautifuk and soft....

Kai C. said...

thank you

polona said...

this makes me wonder what stories clouds could tell... and why they so often cry...

Kai C. said...


krystyna said...

you write with passion
and with big talent.

Love and joy and happiness!

Anonymous said...

Love this...it reminds me of when I was little and used to lie there for ages cloud watching. I haven't done that for years...only sometimes out of my bedroom window in the morning.

Cynthia said...

clouds are soft and lovely and
sometimes even funny, I adore them,
and am so happy when clouds are in
the sky -

clouds do tell stories for me with
their many different forms.

thanks for writing this poem.