Clouds blanket the town
Soft quilt batting
Urging us to lie down in silence
Or better yet to sleep
The shops are quiet
And driver’s yawn
There is no hurry
To be still
Under a different cloud
Clouds blanket the town
Soft quilt batting
Urging us to lie down in silence
Or better yet to sleep
The shops are quiet
And driver’s yawn
There is no hurry
To be still
Under a different cloud
So wet was the moss of presence
That no dream sun could bask it dry
So long was the sky of forgetfulness
That even third eyes could not see an end