WE WERE THE HISTORY OF CLOUDS

 

WE WERE THE HISTORY OF CLOUDS

We were the history of clouds

I murmured to the leaf bright wind

This was when the children were always

Painting to themselves

The pastel skies folding up like flowers

The skies are leaving cried the babies

They thought everything was leaving

We comforted them for the least thing

But reappearing made them bubbly with laughing

Oh how can the world lay frost on their rosies

I still cant comprehend

When the children loved them into everlastingness

We were the history of clouds

We floated on

Only the angels understood

We were uncomfortable on earth

We made do with the remnants of beauty

And sighed

To the ghosts of it

Wont you let us in

mary angela douglas 2 june 2024