Early Sunset

Mars is a lone note of light

in a sky playing out its spectrum.

As yellow gives way to a soft verdict of blue,

I thank the crime that sentenced me

to live through this.

In the Cloud House

Who lives in the vault

of the cloud house?

Only the wind, who shouts

down the light shafts to

the mute mountain.

Masses of clouds over the mountains take the shape of corridors, rooms, hallways. I see vast ballrooms in the sky, and secret passageways, and foyers that open onto stunning caverns of light. Did you ever wish you could live in the clouds?