He could merely be puzzled
with the words that dangled,
drizzled from the cloud’s tongue...
A sky in its most bluish of forms
that graced recent memories
Unflappable and unintelligible
Starstruck in the night, and dwelling his mind
in halcyon times and through has-beens
Waving his hand goodbye with his other one
If only people could see now
what he saw then,
gazing skywards and into
multiple pantheons, countless utopias
So maybe he was
a trifling young man,
his dreams still grew further
than his eyes would devise in daily life
Oh well...