deep over thick smoke of clouds
thousands dream flutter
beneath the dried sun
a man looks for shadows
only for a while
is following the vacant sky
hands rolled in hysteria
looking up in the parched window
the shadows are hard to come
yet waiting for downpour
marrying on the clouds, rain
wait to drench us alike
with showers alive
alone I saw walking into the sky
a string of clouds sharply in smiles
hoard of rambling waves
rise and surge in these cage
an endless sphere of hollow layers
lined across the horizon
it's there turn to rise on