From
Honolulu
to the morning
through
the shadows.
J.R.R. Tolkien
Clouds pass across the glass
they do not stay
but why does my heart sway?
Light shifting, never held
Outside and Inside
meet, dance and meld.
The clouds move on
across painted smiles
and in this moment - moment
everything feels worthwhile.
The passing and the staying
moving sky, softly praying
this living day, never aging
look again—
the clouds are gone.
As if time folded
and left a crease
the feeling remains
and wonders never cease
Right there, now
reflected on the glass
Cloudia Charters

