Banked
If clouds could talk
Mine would rumble
Blast off your socks
Throw you a jolt or two
Of lightning white enough to
Scare the bejezeus out of you
Oh but then they’d back off
Shooting you the middle blue
Get wispy and curl
Fluff up and look just like pearls
Stacked up so high you’d be amused
When they uncovered the sun
Just to send a clue
That maybe there was still
A little warmth left
To beam down some love
The cosmos had banked just for you
©bk-9-7-09
I'm still taking a break it's just I've been playing with this and just thought I would post one last poem...The rest of the new works will be banked...ha