Clouds ( Poem )

Clouds are icebergs in the sky, attics of heaven
basements of mountains.
Clouds are stalactites and stalagmites
in caves and catacombs,
silver-lined peepholes of majestic nature.
Clouds are polar bears, white sharks,
gargoyles merged into ghostly shapes;
leper colonies and albinos
scattered in the fluff of finite wonder.
Clouds are sublime apparitions
of seraphim's and cherubim,
balancing edges of atmospheric continuity;
volcanic images of gods and demons.
Clouds cloud my imagination,
milky white substances teasing
the synapses of my gray matter.