As but clouds in the sky
do our thoughts come and go.
Some light and fluffy,
offering shapes, visions
and wonderful distraction.

Others just heavier,
solid and grey,
ensnaring all
that drift by.

Yet on rare days
there are simply none,
allowing the burning orb
to simply float
across a deep blue,
giving light freely
to all who step outside.

(Poem taken from Beyond the Falling)