Pale opalescent cloudscapes of vapourBreathe like a canvas stained in vibrant pigment blur,All sulphur-stamped’s the sun’s clouddriven capers ,Poetic’s distillation from weak sunlight skycolours.Odd golden sparks soon burst upon the canvas sceneDissolving shapes in waveplays yellowish of light;The dramaturgy of forms cosmic always ready, keen ,Takes on man’s dream views of ethereal delight.Transparency holds those celestial matter arcades,Quite irrespective of how turgid or how volatile !Yet hazy mysticism my own cloud study pervades ,Each issue veils as I close in , analyses compile.Skyscapes revolve as all these clouds conduct their danceAnd leave me in a daze , the gold day in a trance.