You are the Clouds Love

You are the clouds love,
that only fools would
have a share.

You are the bits of
bright luminous flakes.
A stolen stare,
forcing my gaze to pan across
the unforgiving light

You are the breaks,
and shards of shiny,
gold gleams

The brilliant pieces
that keep me spending,
every last speck of sense
I have

Gold glitters along
the horizon's bend
and I'm stolen by greed

You are the clouds love.



-Leonine Westburry