Day 360 - The Angel's View

Well far out and away

Are the places the angels used to stay

The mists would lift their wings higher

Riding the winds like a horseman his sire

The deepest of the angels were the seraphim

In the blackest of night, they make the stars gleam

The true blue angels with loyalties to match

Dance about the clouds with dreams to catch

They throw the dreams down to messengers of a lighter shade

Who then put the dreams in our minds to later fade

Those who dare to perch on the buildings man creates

Spin the threads that each our destinies elevates

And the final in golden rays high up above

Those angels send down the showers of who we love

Day 294 - Azure Storm

Every pin point of power

Ripples into greatness one day

The leaves of the surrendering shower

Scattering off to their own lives to pray

Dreams cannot paint so pretty a picture

And still in your heart you truly miss her

The one who you shot each day blindly

Too bad fairy tales cannot all end kindly

Every link to the heavens we find here

We implant in our memories as treasure

Be it a misty morning, or afternoon so clear

The beauty we constantly try to measure

Dreams cannot paint so pretty a picture

And still in your heart you truly miss her

The one who you shot each day blindly

Too bad fairy tales cannot all end kindly

Blessed with wind and oncoming rain

The azure storm brews for each of us

It drenches both the crazy and the sane

The ongoing struggle in each of us

Day 216 - Shady Street

The dooming clouds are no hoax

You shall never be welcome down this way

There is no good humor to coax

Life is truly and menacingly gray

With rainbow proudly wrapped around metal

Refusing in the blowing sea breeze to settle

The green and white of conformity

Clearly declares the stately warning

There is no answer in any sort of enormity

Just a refined level of scorning

To be done in the most simplistic manner

That wreaks and weaves in waves of candor

The danger and gloom is honest dear

But so is the underlying hopeful sight

No words could make that any more clear

Or encourages any greater a fright

Yet the world would be incomplete

Without such places as cheery Burt Street

Day 157 - Sky Kissers

In this world so colorless hope is missing

And yet in the skies clouds are kissing

Wrapped in veils of blue happiness

The esoteric soul of this gentle mess

Masses of white with shades of grey

Have smiles to send, and rains to say

How this world below ought to grow and change

How the blacks can begin to rearrange

In the order of loving hopeful blooms

Spun as spiderweb silk on looms

All from the sky kissing clouds up above

Sending all possible shades of love

Day 150 - Cloud 9 - 1 = ?

This flying cloud was once known as cloud nine

It was perfect white and made of fluff so fine

That was back when it was whole and complete

When soaring from coast to coast was no feat

But rather all in a day's work and play

When clouds ran short of things to say

But one day the wind blew the cloud to bits

And now far away and lonely it sits

In the blue wide expanse of sky

Asking the heavens what and why

What am I to be called forever more

When being complete was only with her

Cloud number eight seems such a fallacy

When nine was the center of his reality

Number eight without any cloud is cruel

For what else can in the skies truly rule?

She was more than one but less than it too

Now the nameless cloud knows not what to do

Day 137 - Earth's Laughter

Let us go bouncing up on the clouds

They are springy and wondrous

Just like the pressing crowds

At amusement parks too humongous

No matter what the pilots say

Whether or not the scientists believe us

Or laugh at how we wish to spend our day

Try though they might to deceive us

You and I know clouds are simply

White trampolines suspended in space

The best of the world joyfully

Scattered across the miles of Earth's round face