There is beauty in Clouds.

Transcendent beauty

A sight seen by one alone.

Men cannot keep Clouds, cannot hoard, cannot hide them

A Cloud is joy.

Pure, deep and fleeting.

born of emptiness and depth. density and fragility.

Part of the the background. seen always and never.

painting the land, hiding, covering, dividing

A Cloud is beauty.

it is the beauty of dozing in a post orgasmic haze along side a lover

it is the beauty of wood smoke, pine and cedar.

it is the beauty of a dream dream half remembered but fully felt.

we are blind to expanse of beauty yet we yearn for it.

we grasp with film

with ink

with these very words.

There is beauty in Clouds