Clouds passing by

To watch a cloud floating by

On a blue sky that seems

Eternity's away from where I am now

By and by ohh by and by

I yawn and sigh as I watch the world from behind glass

And what does one wonder at his lonely window

What does one feel

As the day slowly embraces the night

And that blue sky that was so blue is black

What does it all mean

To this man that is but a watcher within Windows

A silent someone searching for a cloud that has long since gone

In a room of thoughts he stands

Forever a statue upon a world of glass

He hears whispers echoes in corridors

And dead ancestors in dreams many things

Unexplainable unseeable frights and fancys

What to make of such unseen reveries

He contemplates from a stone like gaze

But the light returnth

The dawn breaks

Tears of wonder usher forth

From cold stone eyes

And marble hearts break 

For little clouds that are passing by

A poem by 

Liam Herdman