Clouds are Coming (These are Happy Words)

Melodies have shaken off their silence

Lost and beautiful no longer

Gone is the burn to swallow the sun

I feel at my warm, tattered fringes 

And curl like mist insides

I will not always be
But for now I am

To climb from the muck
On a ladder of grease

To challenge the insignificance
Of each and every day
Toy soldiers lined up smartly
Waiting for the bombs to fall