The song of cloud forgotten,
those words of drift and whirl,
as mind no longer cares to hear,
the stories that they tell.
In vapoured, dancing dreams,
are held life's fragile notes,
in sky-born fantasies,
which only heart's divulge.
They draw us on ephemeral,
to tease and tantalise,
as if the heavens heard our cry,
and wrote the truth denied.
What does this piece of sky tell?
Light Words Prompt. http://piecesofstarlight.wordpress.com/2012/08/12/dragon-flying-elephant-ninja-angels/#respond