Sunday, February 12, 2012

Pondering Clouds


I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky:
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain, when with never a stain
The pavilion of heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, --
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise, and unbuild it again.

~Excerpt from The Cloud by Percy Shelly~

3 comments:

  1. Beautiful picture and beautiful words...dreamy!

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  2. Beautiful my dear friend, sending you lots of Faery hugs!
    Joanna

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