CLOUDS

Dawn breaking through,

the moving clouds..

Sun peeping in lustrously,

glazing on the panes..

Moving to glimpse it,

make me fervor..

My lips asunder at,

the aesthetic nature..

Clouds move past,

Nuzzling against me..

As i close my eyes,

to feel the bliss..

I realise they were,

like moving fantasies..

for no more am i in rapture,

moving in enigma..

Have gone past me,

renouncing me alone..