[Dream Gate] [Poet Glas]

Cloud Dancing

Yes, I am here
Where the ice crystals form
And dance in the breeze
Of hurricane winds

The clouds are my home
Climbing columnar cumuli
Riding witch-whisk of cirrus
Amidst stars and the sun.

Midst lightning and terror
There is calm in these clouds
Adiabatic cooling of
The passions of the soul.

Why, do you ask
Am I dancing up here?
The ground cannot keep me
From falling to Hell.

copyright 6 September 2001, Birmingham, AL
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw

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