Kiss the Clouds Good-Bye

The arc of time clouds

the face of the sky.

Therein lurk the crowds

who are bound to die.

Hiding on cloud nine

is this soul of mine,

refusing the end

just around the bend.

Death is not for me

but eternity

is what i must face

in another place.

When the clouds are gone,

what will i hide on?

Walt Abbott–8-7-2010