Clouds float in demure stupor,
A moon’s careless dreams in white,
All except one in angelic vision,
Floating still on sky space rented,
Angels in heaven silent in watch,
Pregnant, pensive as a patented pause,
And as the cloud painted in grace,
Teardrops slid on a rainbow cheeks,
The Parched minds and souls wait,
Till the snow moon in shadows undressed,
To float on winds of latent love,
And as depths of truth rippled in the mist,
The dawn broke just as the dream woke.
Lovely.