Arms hold the soundless music of the sky. <br />The lyricism of the soul burns high. <br />Brief poems dance with distance against space, <br />Snow interlocks the landscape into place. <br /> <br />I look at you through bare bones of old trees, <br />Invoke the magic of simplicity. <br />You write me verses while the moments fall. <br />White notes that never can my tears annul. <br /> <br />Best that emotions not be said aloud. <br />You paint our picture on a passing cloud, <br />Which, like a child, I try to memorize, <br />Before it fades like winter from my eyes.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cloud-portrait/
