These clouds overwhelm,
Transport us in their way,
To the peace we so rarely
Achieve here on land.
We've become them in our dream,
Tangled in shapes and color,
Tangible but vapor,
The vista we are not but long to be.
They won't carry us.
We can only stare
As the sun shares its hues
When they pass.
There are songs for us too,
A dollop here of melody,
Compassion there for others,
But our separate figures are black and tiny
As the carousel of music winds by
Under the vast immaterial stretch of sky,
And the one earth moans her chosen chords
To the sudden concordance of color.
