Moving Pictures
Ensconced in clouds
escaping uncaring crowds
My precious pearls left behind
stomped on, buried, by swine
so intent on making faux silk
of their ears
they hear nothing
allowing me the peace
to release these tears
from ocean eyes.
Floating through the sky,
creating images:
elephant on an isthmus, trunk extended
to kiss the snout of a whale
rebounding from the sea.
My noble, cozy cloud, with me
gently whistling along
catching wisps of trailing song
haunting the breeze
waving birds wandering trees
the day gently passes
Forgotten tears, lost pearls,
old fears,
the details distinguishing life
from cinematic bliss.
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