Clouds

Luciana, Guardian of Air and Dreams

Drifting through the noontime skies,
Reflected in the deep,
Floating through now spellbound eyes,
Into memories they seep.
Softly spun of fragile laughter,
Of happiness, of fear;
And whether shed of joy or shed of sorrow,
It's made of every single tear.
It will come and it will go,
It will stay and disappear,
You might not notice when it's gone,
You might not notice when it's here.
Drawn in the form of lasting thoughts,
It paints a picture in our mind,
It colors time into our memories,
But never stays inside the lines.
It's where you go to fantasize,
It protects you when you dream,
It holds the darkest shadow,
It holds the brightest dream.
It's made of imaginations,
It's made of creativity,
It's made of things we've said and done,
It's made of you and me.

Copyright 2001 Caitlin Carlson