Sceneries of the Obscure

Beneath a pallid azure shroud,
the clouds whisper secrets of forgotten azure seas.
Maze upon maze woven of vaporous threads—
each curl an echo of the melancholic breeze.

They drift in silence
through the languid sky,
a fleeting dance that
keeps time but never tells where to go.

A cloud, a thought—clad in horizon's ink,
We travel yet stand still in cyan choreographies.
Seek not the end, but breathe in the vanishing line,...