Poem: Euphoria in the Clouds
He covers his nose when he yawns,
He tilts his head when he’s drawn,
He wipes his sweat with the back of his hand,
He glares his eyes at people he scans,
He pouts his lips and whines like a kid,
But his quirks are things I take heed.
He’s everywhere in the clouds;
I can see and hear him through the loudest crowd.
He can sing,
He can dance,
I can see him laugh,
I can see him cry,
But he can never hear me,
Nor can he ever see me,
Because my euphoria stays in the clouds.
© 2020 Shey Saints
