The Cloudspeak of Time

A poem that I dedicate to the Queen of England as a gift, and to the royal family and to the people of England the commonwealth Nations and the federations and states they have developed into and the world too. 

The Cloudspeak of Time

Soft legato light 
lingering in a saphron sky, 
Cloudspeak panopticons 
heavenworld in the blistering shadows of stars, 

Commingling with the void 
and it's encompassing the reflex of time, 
Happenstance deepest in the heartfelt memory 
of our Guardkeep, 
spent on wasted wars with all but futility, 
if by chance we remember 
lest we forget, 
keep us well 
and far from the intention of the arbitrary memory of the forgotten canticles evaporating in the air, 
Omniscience in the mountain, 
eternity in the grain of sand, 
Be the catacombs of eternal night, 
drawn from the plight to fight
against the dying of the light,
We shall be there in every form to protect all life 
from all forms of ignorance understood, 
so says humanity, 
so says destiny, 
so says hope
In the cloud's dreams,
beyond the cloudspeak of time.