William Franklin D. Blackman
Here Comes The Clouds
They appear in various forms above all towers, consistent signatures of a day's expression.
While walking I see a darker light fall and the foglike legions crawl across the skies dominion.
Not always does this bold ocean of air shine it's bright blue eye in favor of the sun. Rain, wind,
cold with a fierce disposition not at peace it's postion wags that elemental
gun.Clouds of color some pain and fire, happiness and madness, a
strange and beautiful cover. They stand and float with it's pres