The Cloud - Steve Dobrogosz

The Cloud (demo recording) by Steve Dobrogosz
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THE CLOUD

A myst of Cloud descended upon her furrowed brow
Upon her perfect amber locks, eyes and ions blended
Vast unmoving clocks, shy whiskers hid in burrows
Dare to gaze in awe beyond the bough
The myst of Cloud descended where muted voice, it talks

Life-like praying mantis, trapped filament in walls
There only is samadhi, however stoned the halls
It raises arms in suppliance, the rain however falls
From nimbus as from cirrus when home, the rain it calls
Descended - then through forty days
It danced right through the walls

Her quill shared splendid stories from pages in a book
Wherein she sat, a fiction
Breath baited on the author's hook
And from that tome her voice it whispered
"I pronounce you endowed. When World is done
Please to recall this visit of the Cloud"

"When World is done, please to recall
This visit of the Cloud"

Her days dissolved in feathers and ever-open gates
Her auburn locks warm welcoming their return to heather
All in perfect form, no dreams or futile hoping
Memory like yesteryear abates
No word of if or whether, no words of which to warn

Frog unkissed beside her, zen parable he sings
As yonder stands the mantis unbuttoning his wings
The Cloud of myst enveloping, as each and every thing
Comes in from out the burrows to greet the queen and king
Their stopped watch now revealing how
To kiss his magic ring

Her quill shared splendid stories from pages in a book
Wherein she sat, a fiction
Breath baited on the author's hook
Then from that tome her lips they whispered
"Finally, you are here. The Cloud, it knew
How very long I've waited in your mirror"

"The Cloud, it knew how very long
I've waited in your mirror"