so smoothly

so smoothly, the decadent clouds
engulfed the residuum with shrouds
taking the day’s life as slowly as unconscious time
by grey power and no thought of love or crime
conveying a deceptively gentle breeze
to encapsulate the night with cold, such ease
a mastery, through stone and creatures
ages, the come and gone, without teachers
as sure as lightness will succumb to dark
and forever is the nightmare walk in the park
the day has gone, lost in an aching memory
perhaps a dream, more likely illusory

the grand plan, exhibited across the sky, revolves
and time, with you, put rightly in its place, dissolves

©2008 Hey Hey