Of Clouds a Hundred Miles High, Sky _____ AKSHR

Of Clouds a Hundred Miles High, Sky

 

Looking to the sea, it is a line

of unbroken mountains

I do not know of what.

Without words,

with shapes of clouds as they drift and change,

their shadows on the surface of the sea,

a sky a hundred miles high.

Without words but with a sky and sea,

a line of clouds a hundred miles high,

and in their changing the lines between them changes too.

Without words that is how I want my life to be:

 

with shapes in constant change,

 

looking for something – I do not know what –

 

not knowing where it is to be found;

without words but with something to say.

_____ AKSHR