Francis Meyrick

My Dance in the Clouds

My Dance in the Clouds
Spontaneous and colorful
Like all things of men
Will pass, one day.

When the Music stops
And the Bandmaster bows,
I too
From the waist
Shall bow deeply.

And to you two silent partners of The Way
To my dreams and your thoughts
To sun rise and sun set
I, an Old man now,
shall wave a cheerful goodbye.

I will thank you both
For your indulgence
For your forbearance
For showing me kindness.

Because all the puzzling
And all the confusion
The whirrings of my tiny mind
will cease

In the quiet, gentle,
Silence of the morning
Turmoil
At last
Shall rest

But somewhere in the vastness
Of an ever changing sky
A small spirit
Delighted
Will be heard by the Immortals
Composing
An irreverent tale.

It is my simple hope
Touched with warmth
That my struggling prose
Like a wild, returning rose
Will yet speak to some soul.

I boast not
Of my timid role
But I tell you
I danced
crazily
intensely
With feeling.
And every thought
I could possibly think
I thought

Think of me
sometime
kindly

Amongst your Clouds

Francis Meyrick