You are a cloud But you never rain You lift me up And then love me again Flowers give their love And reach for the sun Mist in the morning Descends and is gone There is a timepiece Lost in the sand Waves wash it over Then merge with the land As they caress it They fill it with salt Hoping to bring The time to a halt Then recreate From the vanishing sea Everything great That the human can be There to manifest Love that they hold And let your cloud Augment manifold. https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry
