Cloud

You are a cloud
But you never rain
You lift me up
And then love me again

Flowers give their love
And reach for the sun
Light of the meadow
Descends and is gone

There is a timepiece
Lost in the sand
Waves wash it over
Then merge with the land

As they caress it
They fill it with salt
Hoping to bring
The time to a halt

Then recreate
From the vanishing sea
Everything great
That the human can be

There to manifest
Love that they hold
And let your cloud
Augment manifold.

By Ilya Shambat
https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry