Clouds

In these visionary clouds, see I
Bereft of flesh and blood, just
My soul, spiralling through droplets of
Rain and sleet and ice and cold winds
Blow me east and west and south

And north to a new land, to a parched land, where I
Can dream and live and love and grow

Old and become myself again, falling
In lakes and woods and rivers and sea

That man over there? He is me. See
That woman over there? She is you

And up above and down beneath and all around and within
Our hearts lies life magnificent, and us, at peace.