T’heres something
over the horizon
its slow its crouching
but rapidly approaching
its dark..and muscular
but nevertheless
spectacular!
it grins…an evil grin
its laughter is loud!
birds in dismay caught in the spin
how evil!!
this handsome cloud
casting a shadow
on his silent spectators
he hovers
and weeps cold showers
he tumbles,and rumbles
sexy..almost
but over a mountain
he stumbles
and as he rolls
he sings a ballad
and now the wind silly,
seems invalid
But my sensual trickster
so cool, so coy
flies over me
its worked!his ploy!
from below
i watch as he departs
the greyness
that lies in his heart.
i look back
theres a murmur
trees,birds,flowers
all begin to stir
But now the sun has come
in all his splendour and shining
soaking ‘his’ trail,breaking the spell..
and as i see it…a New magic is weaving!!
