Today I woke up to clouds 
Sitting in the morning sky 
They’d been there a while 
They looked cozy-comfortable 
Their greyness was all shades 
From the smoky pearl of sparrows eggs
To the steeliness of granite 
They were contented in just being 
There was no bloated turgidity 
To their form, no urgency
To spend themselves 
To waterously end themselves 
To cut their rain-sodden wrists 
To release the essence from their seams 
In a tryst with vanity 
Of azure blue visions and dreams 

These clouds they rolled in differently 
Serenely, so quietly 
They lay claim upon the sky 
Wiping out all the sunlight 
But there were no thunderous sighs
No jagged lightning in their eyes 
No weeping sheeting pouring rain 
No genesis, no annihilation 

These clouds they swept in differently
Stirring up a little breeze 
Cool, it brushed against my skin 
There was no banshee trapped within 
Wailing of storms and other things 
The darkness lingered for a while 
It left a whisper in the breeze 
A silver rustle in the trees
Then gently, gently it went by.