Herculean Oceans, Dangling From The Ceilinged Sky (5) Poem by Captain Cur

Ocean winds stroke the waters here below
While they weave their tapestries as they pass
Throughout the clouds, their threads of silken white
Dangling from the ceilinged sky, briefly cast,
Drifting on the breeze in spooling hours
Mixed formations sewn in lightest wisps
Reflected by the waves flowing under
Wondering how each piece so tightly fits,
Seeming to waver in constant motion
Struggling to wander off and break free,
Dangling on the ends of patterned loops
Giving their treasured works back to the sea;
Rising higher, mounting each tiny rill,
Then suddenly streak in wild commotion
Dissolving into warm vaporous mist
Until just a slight glimpse of them remains,
For the sun is bored and no longer smiles
And the wind refocused mightily strains
Bursting them in the guise of woven rains.