Diane Hine - Clouds lyrics

Under altostratus clouds on sandy bed recline, Captive to the daylight's shrouds frayed fractus underline. Fine white ladies knuckles point through gloves of blue grey gauze, Choir of ba**, far-flung, disjoint resound with faint applause. Altocumulus adorn a northerly pelisse, Freshly shorn, flayed and torn the virgin side of fleece. Air that's sated, drenched, replete annoints with teardropp plash, Daughter claimed by kiss on feet then hand, then cheek, then lash. Veiled, haloed muted sun subsumed by marbled sky, Underscores her masterpiece to one enraptured eye.