The Language of Clouds
The Language of Clouds Borderless, wind drifters. Across the divide they look Up to the drifting white; The cloud journeys begin, Unhindered by man's obstinance. Undisturbed by man's chaos. Unnoticed by man's violence. Unprepared for the cries below, Carry us with you! We seek only that which you have. Freedom and silence, Anonymity and presence. The clouds spill great saddening raindrops; Yet, it is the safest water they will touch. The rain falls, absorbed In skin that dark