Hidden Cloud Poem by Michael Koelliker

Hidden Cloud



Devious bliss.
Taste this kiss
Of foggy pain
And Lightning Rain.

Anything can happen here.
Frozen by the glaring leer.
Basic complication
Is a small exaggeration.

The sound of Thunder.
It buries you under
This thin sheet
that is like morning sleet.

The Electricity makes your sounds so loud.
As we intertwine in the Hidden Cloud.

(6/27/2008)

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Michael Koelliker

Michael Koelliker

Victorville, California
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