changelings
of Lower Heaven
who listen
to th’ eyes below
who speak
sometimes in moody wisps
sometimes in tears
till as ghosts
under the blue breath of Day
or the chandeliers of Night
they sleep
loujen haxm'Yor 
OOoo, a very interesting, albeit slightly dark poem today!
Yeah. Somehow my mind strayed from my contentment in being mesmerized by that day’s sky. Probably due to concerns about several friends who are currently enduring intense hardships, especially during this holiday season. Still, my marveling at clouds always stirs up that gray matter of mine– mostly for the better. Have a wonderful holiday, Amanda.
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