A Cloud (a poem)

[LilThought]

A Cloud

I can see a likeness
in a deep, translucent cloud,
hovering like my shadow—
dark mistress, black night,
menacing ghost—
a cloud’s cold, icy fingers
making inscriptions
up my spine—
an ancient language
from long ago
resurrected, renewed, revived
within an impermeable scripture
such sacred ruins lie
in one cloud
thine eyes, thine echoes
in one soul
a doorway, a gateway
a debatable, disputable war
sitting there in that sky
a mocking likeness of a cloud.

JLM