How graceful is this dance of clouds,
that glides across the sky,
within the winds soft cry.
That calls out in its grace my name,
to lift my spirit once again,
while tugging on this yearn,
to risk the suns great burn.
If only for a little while,
I’d travel every fleeting mile,
to take part in its dance,
I’d seize upon that chance.
Then unveil every hidden truth,
that feeds this passions greatest root,
and never choose to part, for in it lies my heart.
Deo Volente
April 20, 2009
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