Clouds (poem written half-awake at one o’clock, this a.m.)


and what a thing to be:
pale, proud ghost against the weight of the night,
a milky white island in a darkening sea.

Calm it stays, even if it sees the abyss,
whether by wind, or shaken by a kiss.
but baby i know we’ve both witnessed this dance before:
wild & wicked, too much to ignore,
like holy birds of love, locked in eternal war.

Gather your worries, shake off your dust,
and circle with me around the moon;
make it fast, I hope to see you soon,
before we are gathered away in a gust.

(poem reposted from my old blog.)

Jackson Williams.


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