Amorphous as the clouds
Inspired by a Chris A graphic
Amorphous as the clouds above do seem,
their misty spirits rising bid us dream.
My love appears but when I reach for him
the glow that once was there begins to dim.
And as he disappears before my eyes
the wispy cirrus wraps him in disguise
and disappearing, circles round the moon
then carries him away, where cries the loon.
And as the day fades slowly into night
I'm left to long for what once brought delight.
As deafening silence sifts through lonely space
again I see his form, his darling face.
If only he would come and ease the pain
from weakened promises that cause disdain.
But no, I'm left in searing, boundless shock
of icy dark, which creeps inside to mock.
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The poem refers to lost loves and how the memories of them creep into our dreams (day or night), sometimes taking shape, sometimes remaining merely impressions, fliting and fleeting like the clouds. And with the visions may come an old unconscious desire to have that love soothe away the pain or uncertainty present in our lives
Amorphous: lacking definite form; having no specific shape; formless. Also: of no particular kind or character; indeterminate; having no pattern or structure.