Lou J. Klaiber

CLOUDS TALKING!

When I was young
I never listened
to the breath
that formed the clouds
… the sky
formed of innocence,
… sprinkled with the passion
of desire… and love for life…!

I see it now…
and I laugh at myself…
why?

do I have to be old to know the secret
… the magic of being young?

Do not follow me, children!
My path is strewn with blood… and the darkness of war.

Call upon me
only when all is dark and fearful.

I will answer,
… fight
and disappear.

I wish you well!