You...hanging and littering the sky...
Elongate your hot orange marmalade-colored arm.
Witnessing clouds exalt your presence...
Suppressing their needs to appear.
The now-blooming night has another idea:
It may try to push you out. Fascination knows...
Planets are isolated...so am I.
They wander...so do I.
Remember...my adversary...a celestial body
Endures billions of years of isolation
Yet still comes out beaming...jazzed
To oversee the land.
But you...as a cloud...
Are no ghost of my yesterdays.
You are mortal.
beautiful lines which can only be written by a poet astronaut admirations Amy. Suresh
Write comment. Fine imagination, Amy. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cloud is always reincarnated so could be thought as eternal ;))