Clouds

 

 

Oh how the Clouds hover,

And billow; move swiftly

Meander menacingly,

Just waiting for a cue

To unerringly find,

Then enter and rule

Through that small crack,

A tiny chink in the armour,

That she drapes knowingly

Close over her heart,

 

She believes to be secure:

Trusting, that the brightness

Of his lust for her,

And the heat of his passions

Are strong citadels,

Which will vanquish those doubts,

That assaults her loving heart;

Fooling herself

That no other protective gear

Is required, or needed;

 

But the Clouds

Of reality are thin,

Wispy& dark,

And unrelentingly strong;

They lie in wait

With a patience supreme,

Looking to find that crack

And attack:  catching unawares,

To impress triumphantly

Their benumbing presence-

 

They drape themselves gloriously,

Like a thin covering

On that vanquished belief

That lies curled within the domains

Of every lover's beating heart;

And linger ever-present

Threatening that unsure soul

Which seeks desperately

Those inner fires bright

To blaze and her re-assure

 

Hail oh you Sun and Wind strong!

Pour bright and furious

To enflame the world around,

And deftly blow to smithereens

Those despicable Clouds

Of despair and doubt,

So that their benumbing distrust

Be absorbed and conquered,

And forever be unable to

Rule vile over hearts so mild and unsure