Curious dreamers cloud watch

Curious dreamers cloud watch

Intrigued by

How they float so effortlessly,

Slowly changing shape

Evolving into rain carriers

As they meander,

Rolling in a sky

Children paint bed sheet blue

As a backdrop

Ignorance is much less

Than bliss

Some flowers are worth more pressed,

Tulips were once a currency

Is that less or more romantic

Than a bouquet of Roses

Blood red

From a thousand prickling thorns

What of bygone daydreams

Sucking on a piece of straw

Sitting on a haywain

Pretty as a picture

On a Sunday

When the world was so much younger

It was a day of rest

The Lord’s day preservation society

Refused to budge

A fine balancing act

Of faith

Much like the bus

At the end of ‘The Italian job’

Catch me if you can

Use a cliffhanger

I am a toddler, with a toe

Dipped into a hot tub

In front of a roaring fire

Is finding treasure

Ever really worth it?

Rainbows never ever end

They simply fade away

Leaving empty holes

In fallow fields

Filled with the broken bodies

Of dead soldiers

Waiting to be called heroes,

An opiate for the masses

Is a magic bullet

For an illusionist

With a Masters Degree in

Manipulation

And clouds will continue

With little purpose

Other than to be

Something other, to you

Or me.