Tufts of cotton outspread on the blue,
Having a time playing with the sun and the moon,
Painting over themselves with different hues,
Like the waves of an ocean or the blown out sand dunes,
Fathomed together or distant and strewn,
A sparkle in the eyes they ensue,
Standing beyond the storm, telling the good is still due,
Just hovering over, nothing to pursue,
To a looney wanderer, a boon,
Engulfing the world like a commune,
Fairylands upon their shoulders are borne,
Clad the sky with their princess constume.
-A.M.
PS: Purely written out of the blue ;).
