"I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.” - Jack Kerouac, "What do I look like?" asked Pooh “You look like a bear holding on to a balloon” you said. “Not like a small black cloud in a blue sky?” said Pooh anxiously “Not very much.”, A string for my kite Would really be nice For then I could pull A cloud from the sky, “Clouds come floating into my life - no longer to carry rain or usher storm - but to add color to my sunset sky.” - R.T
In celebration of today, that which is the 5th anniversary of Esme (as was Sonmi and others once upon a rhyme) and her Cloud’s presence in the sphere that is blog-shaped, I present a small poem (or ‘pome’ as those in the next universe bar one to left call them). Five shiny years, and four hundred and fifty followers as of today. Many may well be asleep or dead, but that matters not (the latter may argue, but you can’t have everything — that’s life). I thank one and all of you, and slow though movement may well be here at times, still Esme and her Cloud remain and shall continue to do so for aeons. – * Coughs, bows, then steps forward to centre stage wearing her best tin-foil hat. *
The Clouds Will Always Be There
By Esmeralda Cloud
There’s something we have, that never can end,
The bond that is forged with a very dear friend.
There are times we must fly, there are times we must drift,
But always look back at those smiles as a gift.
And if when you travel, afar from these shores,
You catch sight of a Cloud that reminds you of yours,
Let your heart be warmed, let your soul fill with glee,
For I am those clouds and those clouds are all me.