Clouds have got me spellbound

As they go drifting by

Perhaps they are the ghosts.

Time worn shadows in skies.

In abstract formations

Vague effigies fly

Always otherworldly

Their mystery gratifies.

Evermore they’re dreamy.


©Jacqui Slade



In between the obsidian skies

Nestling amongst the stars

There’s a galaxy of souls.

Ethereal guardians who

Reside in spirit dust. They’re

Star lighters in darkness and

Turn on luminous beacons

Every night. Guiding all the

Lost energies and grieving

Lonely mortals, they are the

Apparitions of life. Death

Revived watching over you.


©Jacqui Slade