them Clouds...

Think I'll storm them clouds once
Every morning they approach
And pass over me like the drones of war.

Every bit of the earth I see in them
Every bit of what's lost
And every bit of what is.

They know everything, them clouds,
and I can just wish
Wish for them clouds to tell me all.

Once I saw a shooting star
Streaking in their camouflage
of black and blue.
And once i saw or thought I did
A sledge full of wishes
On a cold cold night.

Them clouds hide 'em all
And play tricks on our eyes
Showing what's not or what might be.
And being the angry men we are,
We rage and speed
to look for what might not be there at all
Just because them clouds played tricks.

Some are pretty and some are strange
But them clouds know it all
Know all of what I ever want to know.

Travelling for years on end
Watching the world grow
They arrive in the morning
from the eastern sky.

Black and white
Or purple with rage
Or a hint of the early morning blues.

The gunfire and the deaths
The roar of the canons
Still echoing in their depths.
The children and the people
And the love that they shared
Floating forever in the unreachable wilderness.

They will not forget
And will not let us do so
That is why they show us what might be and what might not.

Them clouds they storm the morning sky
And pass over me
like drones of war.
Them clouds that I would like to storm
to unearth all their secrets
Them clouds that existed before we were born.