Magic in the sky*

Magic in the sky*

Where do clouds form and come from?

Could be light moisture that is on the run?

Picked up from a water source pulled into the air?

Spreading itself abundantly that goes everywhere?

Lightly it goes dancing into the blue

Being of purity now becomes itself in view

White virgin not a speck of dust from its touch

Building itself more to be of such

Casting itself stronger across the skies

Feeling no drama, not gray enough to cry

Walking with its relations nomadic in tribe

Thinning out and building up in its scribe

But yet it stays calmly and knows of its peace

While traipsing along, eventually dissipates and cease

It goes into the unknown, transparency is now here

Amazing how it created itself and then soon disappears

 Dom*Colucci © 2019