In The Clouds Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

In clouds I once saw shapes
that spoke to me of angels
or Christ’s head adorned

with light or birds
looping in their flight.
All, all I would in words

have liked to tell you of
as now we walk here hand
in hand. But it is you

that I now listen to as clouds drift
in the sky and you look out
into your own celestial bestiary.

And pray for angels
in the youthfulness of your surprise
at dolphins leaping
in unclouded eyes.