Clouds of Possibilities

clouds of possibilities
are rising like the mist
from morning dew on the leaves
when by Sun they're kissed

sparkling new uncertainties
shimmer in a haze
what was will be, what is just is
nothing ever stays

in the morning when we wake
and just before we sleep
mystic times for mystic minds
memories to keep

unspoken thoughts and feelings
through poetry they drip
rhythm, rhyme, a special time
a special place to sip

clouds of possibilities
rising like the mist
from morning dew on the leaves
when by Sun they're kissed