Surreal Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Clouds splattering their joy and sorrow together upon us all,
washing away the ugliness of man with moist brushes of tears.

Deepening the hue of everything in sight, color takes on a
different light.

Shining into itself instead of out, allowing the soul to fall
within, touching it for a moment.

Space is clattering for it's turn, so life can grow inside of
it as the clouds open their hearts upon nature and man.

Cultivating surreal images within intelligent minds, pasting
them onto canvas for all of mankind.

Wasting nothing in the formulas of nature's winding paths,
life forms itself into the waiting arms of fate.