Most Supernatural

~

Cloud Shadow 26

~

Fine-oh-ly

I up n’ see

 a little bitty cloud a-

bove a distant canyon rim

~

In another canyon cracked

n’ splintered

with silence and

tiiiiiiime a-brim

~

The little bitty cloud

is

an answer

to my prayers

~

Ages and

ages

of

skeleton prayers…

~

Cloud Shadow 28

~

The little bitty cloud

above

‘de distant

 canyon rim

~

The witto bitty cloud

above

these Bad Lands

   so stark n’ grim

~

The little bitty

oh sooooooo pretty

cloud at

the bottom of the sky

~

This little bitty pretty

thing casts

a colorful butterfly

into muh eye

~

I mean where

my eye

used

to be

~

This brazen butterfly

a

flutter

naturally

~

 En-

ters

my

skull

~

Eats away the cob-

webs

that have

made me so dull

~

And flies out my

other eye

or

where it used to be

~

And disappears into

Deep Desert

sky

   aflutter naturally…

~

Cloud Shadow 36

~

But Alas!  the little bitty

divinely pretty

wisp o’

mist out yonder

~

Does

not

 wan-

der

~

Like

other clouds

would

do

~

Across

Deep Desert’s

crown

of High Noon blue

~

This wisp o’ mist

don’t

go

anywhere

~

It just

stays

right

there

~

Getting pret-

tier and prettier

as

I stare

~

In fact, now its be-

yond pretty

with some-

thing more to share

~

Some-

thing

more than just

   mist and air

~

Some-

thing

more that inspires

   a thank you prayer…

~

Cloud Shadow 37

~

It’s so beyond

pretty

it

seems to burst

~

With more

much more

than

a cure for thirst

~

In fact, it’s spewing

butterflies all

over

the sky

~

Butterflies beaut-

iful

humble

and shy

~

Flutter-

ing low

and

fluttering high

~

All over

‘dis

Deep

   Desert sky…

~

Cloud Shadow 38

~

Little Cloud

a-rumble

n’

a-tumble

~

So clean

n’ pristine

n’ yet

 so humble

~

With

a

purple

heart

~

That bit by bit

flies

 a-

part

~

Twirls and

whirls

in

a whirlwind

~

Out yonder

before

 my meaning-

less grin

~

Little Cloud

has

begun

to grow

~

Halo-ed in a

bright

white

glow

~

Twirls

n’

whirls

taller n’ taller

~

As the timeless silence

all around

doth

holler

~

With

a

voice

of its own

~

That

has

 al-

so grown

~

A singing

in

the

breeze

~

That knocks me

to

my

knees

~

Upon the crispy

deck

of

my toasted ship

~

As my sight

doth

timidly

sip

~

At this vision

 be-

fore

me

~

Of Little Cloud

towering

graceful

yet stormy

~

Miles

n’

miles

hiiiiiiigh

~

Up

 in-

to ‘dee

Deep Desert Skyyyyyyy!

~

Cloud Shadow 39

~

And

at

the

foot of this

~

Swirling

tower

 o’

mist

~

Fluffy white clouds

across

the

 horizon spill

~

To the east

to the west

over my head

with a chill

~

‘Cuz they turn in-

to bright

pure white

galloping buffaloes

~

And Thee Eyes of

each and every one of

’em

 glows

~

Like

little

red

 suns

~

Shooting bullets

of fire

as if they are

really gattling guns

~

And their hooves

sharp as razors

these

glow too

~

But

they’re

silver

n’ blue

~

And if you’re not

careful

they

might cut youuuuuuu

~

Like something

that is

that is

real n’ truuuuuuue

~

Across

Deep

Desert

blue

~

 Buf-

faloes

of

Virtue!

~

Cloud Shadow 44

~

Now

thee

most

beautiful eyes

~

More resplendent than

the most resplendent truth

ever unveiled

 beneath pure blue skies

~

Appear in the cloud that

blooms and looms

ever more sharply

 defined above

~

These two eyes

of

course

 overflow with Love

~

They are

of

course

  gazing down at me

~

And

I

am

utterly

~

Enslaved

by

this

Love

~

In

these

Eyes

   up above…

~

Cloud Shadow 45

~

Little Cloud

more than a

cloud

 in the sky

~

Just about

7

miles

high

~

Little Cloud

gazing

down

on me

~

So

 ut-

 ter-

ly

~

Oh

ten-

der-

ly

~

Once a poor

village girl

You’re

 so utterly

~

Oh

so

 heaven-

ly

~

Oh

so

 a-

bove me

~

When You walked upon

this earth

 You would-

 n’t hurt a fly

~

Now

You

stand

 so high

~

Little Cloud more

pretty

than pretty

ever can beeeeeee

~

In a cloud spun

veil and robe

some-

what breezyyyyyyy

~

You

have

blessed

me

~

With

a

glimpse

of Thee

~

Nope, I don’t

a-

dore

Thee

~

But, yeap, I

do

love

Theeeeeee

~

Eeeeeee-

mac-

u-

lit Maryyyyyyy!

~

~

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 1995 2010

~

from

TREK 5

http://deepdesertbluesv.yolasite.com

of

DEEP DESERT BLUES

by Rawclyde

!

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