Cry High

Grey clouds high.
Its the first summer day.
Cool winds sigh,
With nothing to say.
Hearts glowing melody.
Faraday had his malady,
And our world changed.
Massive motions
With malcontent merriment.
If but for that day,
When the grey clouds
Smeared the sky high.
Would we be where we would been?
So, cry!

Dragons

Bigger, Better.
Well, bigger.
More than 10 years ago.
Milling crowds.
Asian and others.
Dozens of boats,
With a dozen or more in each.
As a maritime type band plays.
Thousands of people.
Its a fair.
We leave not!
Two, three, four.
The pest pestered me today.
I looked for the two people I knew.
And found none.

My Monk

I think I just found
My long lost monk.
Soft and strong,
Bold as a song.
To lose it was wrong.
To be gone,
So long.