Clouds Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

There are always shadows in the clouds
Startled pictures of places never shown.
Arches that sputter bravely
.................against the yellow of the sun.
There are always people in the clouds.
Strange visions of things to do tomorrow.
...........................Today is not a memory
............................for today is ignored
.........................in place of apparitions.

A man talks to the sky from the
.......................security of his deception.
Oddly, he touches himself
..........................in a pantomime
.................................of masturbation.

His vivid intellect shows
..........................the fogginess
..............................he believes in.

And he whispers,

so afraid someone might hear him.

There are always dreamers in the clouds.
Eyes wide open, mind fast asleep.
Grinding chains of self oppression
.....................that assert themselves like
..........................icicles from a forgotten
..................................abandoned building.
There are always clouds in the clouds.
....................Levels of fog that have drifted
................... like soot from a coal-mine.

And he whispers,

so afraid someone might hear him.