Cloud Roots

Beneath sands lay secrets, beneath secrets lay we the keepers of our own hidden lights like rays reflecting off pale pebbled deserts, or the shifting flowing waves curling round the curvature of the earth, wrapping and coiling and twisting in to form you and I dancing to the rhythms from the sky, bouncing with the undulating invisible drum beneath the roots of the clouds, drinking from the lakes of a star, whose river follows everyone where ever they are, painting shadows on the ground soon to be erased, the great artist, creates and destroys at once ad infinitum.