Cloudslide Poem by Judith Vriesema

Clouds slide,
glide
through instrumentals
played
by wind and light
upon
strings of
metaphors.
Music
carves
paths
through
chords
that find their way through
the dream of a human sunset.
Audiences
applaud
chasing starlight
through
the beams of an afternoon
filled with the
waltz of
chords
climbing
stairs through
the soul of a smile.
Clouds slide,
glide,
through dreams
that chase
the sound of an audience waiting to breathe
into an abstract afternoon of reverie;
cloudsliding
upon the wings of a transparent dragonfly