After naming shapes in the mist for so long
both in jest and in misery,
the onus is on us brief visitors who should
make ourselves clear and not a cloud in the sky.
As dark and dismal hours bring slumber
naturally too a sleep affords the dream,
one by one we arrive at not a cloud in the sky
rescued from seconds tic-tic by a radiant age.
No inspired jolt nor extra breath
could further our cause one step,
any brightness surrounding highlights
our opportunity not a cloud in the sky.