My Steps Their Beat

Stormy heaven, darkest blue and grey

Brewed of boiling clouds.

Lantern light spells yellow spots on paths.

Shadows dance, my steps their beat.

Small crescent moon drifting

Through curdled milky clouds.

Raven nags alarmed high above in the dark sky.

Foehn wind fools the winter's day.

How taste the clouds?

Like cotton candy? Crunchy on my teeth.

Crystals cover eyelashes, frozen tears.

How taste the clouds?

Like cotton candy? crunchy on my teeth

Crystals cover eyelashes, frozen tears.