The clouds

Formerly and prior to
the eventful
clouds of forgetfulness
o'er laid the land.

Oh, happy, happy, happy days

when unto men and women came

nimbus, stratus, cumulus,

as rulers of our kingdom

and dictators of our truth.

But time in its own time

and in the manner of a despot

chases all the clouds away

and leaves the happy naked

and shivering.

Then suddenly from out the blue

the clarity of mind

and the recall of other times

and I call the clouds, sometimes I do,

when naked in my love of you!