Needless Things: Clouds of Consciousness

My thoughts drift like vapor,   unfolding in hushes of light, Ideas bloom then disappear,   like smoke taking flight.

Memories rise in soft spirals,   curling in colors unnamed, Names fade into distant thunder,   and nothing returns the same.

I am a sky of shifting signals,   a storm of half-remembered dreams, Each cloud an echo of who I was,   stitched together by silent seams.

Hope flickers like sun behind weather,   a gold shimmer through mental haze, Even sorrow looks holy up here,   glowing in the twilight phase.

And when the winds of forgetting arrive,   dissolving all I’ve ever known, I scatter my soul across the heavens—   a cloud of consciousness, finally blown. NNN