By: Amoureax Amant
Pale cloud at noon, like angel from heaven,
wept for peasants streamed sweat to raise children,
for grains sipped tea of rain and danced like tide,
for leaf bathed from light dust by flower's side.
Orange cloud at twilight, like God's painting,
drew that couples admired sun westering,
that rainbow bent like bridge after cloud's rain,
that mapple wood reddened in sun's mountain.
Gray cloud at night, like boat of moon alone,
dreamed of paper boat carried thoughts for one,
of breeze blew sail crossed through ocean for love,
of breeze blew fragrance here and there in grove.
Whitening cloud at dawn, like sun's flower,
bloomed for sun warmed chilled cloud into lover.