Through my window this cloud
the blue sky its backdrop makes.
And in this morning fair assumes
a giant bear, then a mountain -
Now it shifts into an open book, into
a wine glass, into a - what's this?
This face outline it now assumes, I just
had in my mind! Just like a cloud, will
it shift into another- perhaps a candle
lighted in a dreary darkness?
But no, it stays! Amazingly, smilingly,
this countenance now in majestic stance
moves on as if to seek its throne -
this kingly figure of a cloud face!
He takes on a life, makes a headway,
and claims it all out - what? my heart?
