clouds

I find myself caught above these gardens of white, in shapes of dragons, waves of lions, look up you will see, families of waves, celebrating freedom, the way it always has been, unchanging, such an organism, governing the cycle of natures's equilibrium displacement. Sporadic and vivid they shape themselves accordingly. Gestures to the heavens, perceptions to the people. The event horizon of our atmosphere. I deafen the crowd, only to feel the energy of the soft and supple surrounding. An enigmatic shape silhouetting chaotic form. It reminds of you, the way you feel, your smell, your smile shining beneath the morning light. Another line crossed, another heart breaking to the beat of its expectation, fallen, alone, in the battle field where mercy plays no part. Memories in the shape of winding old mountain roads, winding to the beginning that most think is the end. Ripples play into ledges, ledges climb to peaks, the peaks wish for the soft friendly touch of the sea of subtlety dressed in white. Like a dream, where we never end, where time doesn't exist, stopped to live in the same moment forever. This desert plain looks barren from this rising plane. Waiting for our time to run out, patiently for the next waking moment where your voice isn't void of your touch, where your smile is followed by your kiss. Invisible we now are, from the world, from the judgment of peers. This is history, this is his story that will be told until he falls, an oath that cannot break. Traipsing the surface, invisible from below and above, a energy at rest, no eyes to fragment the tangential path of perception, right where I want to be if I cannot be with you.