CLOUD CASTLES

by Nevada Kerr


Wind in a spiral is a winding spirit
A whirling fury in a flight of fancy
The breath of phantom and spectral jury
The fairy urchin of necromancy

Foul fiend or dirty weather
Divulging secrets, twirling tethers
Howling, screaming, whistling sister
Wrathful tempest, frenzied twister

I'm seeing things in this stormy sky
With a haunted brain and a mythic eye
Vapors rise and visions spume
And genies swirl in a pool of gloom

In the vortex of a mad monsoon
Where crackpots reason with rambling loons
Fabled towers fall to the ground
And hope rends the air with a deafening sound


Written by © Raven Drake
May 8, 2006.

Created: July 2006 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 12/7/06