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No Name
No Name
The wind howls,
needles quickly scurry down my spine.
The arctic chill
of the midnight's wind chime laughter.
Lord, give us vision
through the nighttime's jet black shroud
With the warmth and prosperity in tow
of a crackling hearth.
The treetops swap throughout this night
just like every night.
And every night those trees will sway,
a waving gesture to you and me.
But take a glance above those trees,
the armada of clouds above,
A gray white blanket marches along the night
speeding by at its furious pace.
These clouds soon fly over the diamond eyed moon itself,
a crescent sliver now in their wake.
A desperate cough escapes my throat
clinging to the sides, climbing out my mouth.
My whole body aches,
arms and legs, a spasm in unison.
Those pearl white eyes of a thousand stars
shed a milky tear to my discomfort.
But a thousand years could pass and go
and I would never know their names.
A gale of wind returns
torrential in full force!
Those clouds split up, flee in different pace,
but a lonely cloud still remains.
The most distinct and precious,
the cloud decides to meander along the stars
Swimming around, casting glances back down at me
that lonely cloud extents his arms
And with one full motion he lifts my entire frame!
cold wet hands pulling my into the sky.
In the chill of this midnight air
we climb higher and higher.
Higher than most men see
or even dream
Me atop that lonely cloud, we dart
back and forth, dancing across constellations.
If only I could ask the cloud his name,
but too soon I find myself back on firm ground.
And to think, you sit inside
asleep, warm in bed.
Unbeknown to you
that lonely cloud still waits,
One day if you find that cloud,
make sure to ask him his name.
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