Clouds and Crowns No.6

And I am caught by wonders of new birth,
Not knowing yet how quickly all things die,
Assuming as I run that I can fly,
That life springs always out in vibrant mirth.
Still all my dreams are equal in their worth;
The clouds collect expectant in the sky,
With promises and oceans to supply,
And mouths to fill, and dreams of spreading girth.
Yet sometimes, passing over, they forget
To bring the restoration they assure,
The sky returned to flatness and to blue,
And I am left in dryness and in heat,
The rules of mind unsettled, insecure,
No longer sure that clouds say what is true.

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