Shapes In the Clouds

I see two lovers kissing, one face missing, a barking dog, a fallen log, a wheel cog, a brandy glass, balloons like someone's **** change shape when all things come to pass. Pilgrim's progress, perspective roads, spotty toads, a fencing match, someone smoking a pipe, those lovers again but you're not my type, a glass table which someone forgot to wipe. Candy floss, pink and white, pressed together, waiting, getting ready for stormy weather; the sun burst thro' making golden rainbows, leaving openings like teeth and turned-up toes. An angel appeared to close all of the doors, and said: 'What's mine can also be truly yours.'