THE CLOUD
- A Wilding (10). 1964
Mysterious and lonely wanderer of the sky,
Pass on quietly through the night;
Above the earthly squalor travelling high
Silently cruise, phantom ruler of the skies in flight.
Bathed by the sun at dawn in a ruby glow
Changed by the winds and currents to every shape,
Sometimes scuttling across the heavens, sometimes slow
You bring water and coolness to farmlands and lake.
Reaching down to mountain peaks with wispy hands
With no force of your own, your path set by fate.
You cross the countryside, towns and many lands,
Never knowing the frustration and restraint of a gate.
Across the open places on your unknown errand bent
You pass on your mysterious way until all moisture is spent .
A Wilding (10).
Pass on quietly through the night;
Above the earthly squalor travelling high
Silently cruise, phantom ruler of the skies in flight.
Bathed by the sun at dawn in a ruby glow
Changed by the winds and currents to every shape,
Sometimes scuttling across the heavens, sometimes slow
You bring water and coolness to farmlands and lake.
Reaching down to mountain peaks with wispy hands
With no force of your own, your path set by fate.
You cross the countryside, towns and many lands,
Never knowing the frustration and restraint of a gate.
Across the open places on your unknown errand bent
You pass on your mysterious way until all moisture is spent .
A Wilding (10).
50 year reunion this week on Friday!
