Clouds, With A Silver Lining

Whispered vespers on the wind,

Uttered from memory, for lack of a page,

Tip-toe softly, let me in,

The dance of life on a sandy stage,


Metaphoric tigers there crouching,

Eyeing oblivious prey, from  the cover of grass,

Epiphanies eagerly pouncing,

Upon the shadows summer clouds have cast,


A centripetal force of ocean,

Follows the winding path of my veins,

Sly is that perpetual motion,

Trails of laughter, scars and pain,


Heavy thoughts take wing in the gray,

July skies adorned, a silver lining,

On the beach, bare toes of imagination play,

Empty fingertips quietly pining. 


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