"The sky is the daily bread of the eyes."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
I looked up and saw a cloud
On one fine summer day;
And heaven's like 'twas being plowed
Kept plowing me away.
Within the glint of stalky stares
A wonder leaked from sight;
Now Truth came thrusting like spears
Kept piercing me all right.
It was revealed somewhat a tale
That life was all a trip;
Like clouds we wandered long and still
Upon the sky so deep.
There's seeing more and more beyond
What human eyes can view;
But clouds now fade I waved a hand
Saying, adieu, adieu!