In the canvas of the sky so high,
I see faces passing by,
Clouds that curve and clouds that grin,
A spectacle that's mesmerizing.
There's a face with eyes of thunder,
A stormy gaze that makes me wonder,
Is this the visage of a god?
Or just a trick the heavens plod?
And there's a face with a serene smile,
A gentle presence that's worthwhile,
It whispers secrets of the stars,
And paints dreams among the celestial bars.
I see a face with tears of rain,
A sorrowful expression to sustain,
It weeps for the pain in the world below,
And yearns for serenity to bestow.
A face with a mischievous gleam,
Playing among the clouds, it seems,
It hides behind a lunar mask,
And with laughter, accomplishes its task.
Among the faces, there's one that gleams,
With sunlight dancing in its beams,
Radiating joy and sheer delight,
It spreads warmth within the night.
And there are faces that unite,
Two souls entwined in cosmic light,
Bound by love and celestial grace,
Reflecting passion on their effervescent base.
But as night falls and stars align,
These ethereal faces intertwine,
Merging and morphing into a single sight,
A masterpiece crafted by the heavens' might.
So, next time you gaze upon the sky,
Look closely as the clouds pass by,
For within their shapes, you may find,
A world of faces, both gentle and kind.