I say hello
to the faces in the clouds.
Those figments of imagination that my mind passes by.
As signs and symbols
like the cross or a shroud.
A hidden puzzle piece left to find in the sky.
As the portrait of shapes
As the portrait of shapes succumb to the pressures of the mind.
As we drift to the reasons why
And I drift to
of why I
in the wind- ing skies.
These soul abstractions
These soul abstractions that find me
These soul abstractions that find me from time to time.
As I say “hello”
to the friendly faces in the sky.
A soul reflection and a friend as time passes by.