Lorna

I\'ll Read the Clouds

Write me messages

Won\'t you?

To the clouds is where I\'ll look

 

Scrawl with the puffs of wind

You use as your pen

Shape your initials in the sky

 

Text me as I walk by looking up

Code me your advice

In the form of dotted lines

 

Wake me with mackerel scales

And send the weeping rain

With nimbus

 

Send me a cumulus of your thoughts

And a mare\'s tail

As a day\'s goodbye