Nefelibata (The Cloud-Walker)

Déjame dormir.
I intend to surrender
myself to the greatest
of ponders.
To rest in its
divine wonders.
Let the night take away
the veracity of the world.
I’d rather just sway
and touch the wisps
of these humble vapors.

Nubes blancas.
So pure and soft.
All day they loom on
that wide blue canvass.
Shifting shades of
the silver monochrome
turning black as an impasse.
Sinking into this oblivion
as it starts to move on.
Now back to my waking hours,
where the cloud belts
only at the horizon.

MR @ 2016

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