The Colonial clouds.

I see clouds of ships go sailing by
Before, again I wonder: Why?
A gust of ease drives them east,
And a surge of lust throws them west.
In confuddled misery the Colonial clouds cry
And make waterfalls of diamonds cascade from the sky.
The darling diamonds fight and fight,
An endless battle in an infinite night.
It is in death that they do pay,
For following the Colonial way.
Now mere red poppies mark their graves,
For by death and death neither could be saved.
Some day after torrential rain,
I may find a pool of diamonds remain,
Where reflected I do claim
To spy clouds of ships just sailing by,
Yet how many more before we realise Why?

The Colonial clouds.

penelope13

Joined January 2008

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