Herculean Oceans, Dangling From The Ceilinged Sky (5)

Ocean winds stroke the waters here below While they weave their tapestries as they pass Throughout the clouds, their threads of silken white Dangling from the ceilinged sky, briefly cast, Drifting on the breeze in spooling hours Mixed formations sewn in lightest wisps Reflected by the waves flowing under Wondering how each piece so tightly fits, Seeming to waver in constant motion Struggling to wander off and break free, Dangling on the ends of patterned loops Giving their treasured works back to the sea; Rising higher, mounting each tiny rill, Then suddenly streak in wild commotion Dissolving into warm vaporous mist Until just a slight glimpse of them remains, For the sun is bored and no longer smiles And the wind refocused mightily strains Bursting them in the guise of woven rains.