Clouds
by Brent Willen

Tonight I looked up at the sky and thought of all the vogages clouds make,

then I looked at the stars, and thought of all the planets that are subject to each of them, and I dreamt a wonderful dream.

I dreamt of great things of our past, and things of the future that may yet be.

I saw a beautiful girl, she passed me the fruit of desire, she said, "eat this, it will bring you wealth and success."

But my illusion was shattered, the girl, she vanished, and I saw men poisoning the clouds and the sky.

There I stood alone, all I had left were stars.