Faces of the variegated clouds

Faces of the variegated clouds 

The motley clouds’

erratic montage swirls ,

muddling the melancholy ashen

summer morn’s dappled sunlight 

eyes drawn forth skyward , 

for his spirit sought 

a higher passionate light 

whence there was none 

at hand a pensiveness ascending

jasmine’s fragrant enchantment

wafting a requiting reminder

through cracked open windowsill

within this forlorn darkness

bestirs a subtle

morphosis of light ~ ~

a wistful moment levitates ;

estranged . . .                                                       

by unraveling sensibilities ,

              premonition rousing nebulous faces 

                                                          in the clouds' swirl

some days ,..                 

alone is something to be

these days ,..                  

 alone is nothing to be . . .

harlon rivers

July .23 .2014