the taste of clouds
today the clouds
danced close against
fields too young to reap.
so close it seemed
that with just one
extra-ordinary leap
you could touch them
with your fingers as
they sailed serenely by;
you could taste them
with your tongue stuck out and
lick them from the sky!
oh, I have hurdled
heaven’s vault;
with joy I’ve raced the wind
in naive dreams;
too young to reap;
where everyone ascends!
yet lately, though
I’m older and I
stoop beneath the sun,
I keep waking in
the night, the taste
of clouds upon my tongue!
danced close against
fields too young to reap.
so close it seemed
that with just one
extra-ordinary leap
you could touch them
with your fingers as
they sailed serenely by;
you could taste them
with your tongue stuck out and
lick them from the sky!
oh, I have hurdled
heaven’s vault;
with joy I’ve raced the wind
in naive dreams;
too young to reap;
where everyone ascends!
yet lately, though
I’m older and I
stoop beneath the sun,
I keep waking in
the night, the taste
of clouds upon my tongue!