Other Side Of The Clouds

Through the window of the aircraft I see an ocean of clouds They shape in groups- Some are lion headed brutally brave Some are winged birds tiny and timid Some alike crocodiles on cheating float Some and some alike aliens from welkins Some seem to be the souls supine awaiting next birth Some and some still struggling to shape up Some of the puffy whites in dispersing hurry While in between filmy space telecasting earth Whence cinematic romance is being shot Surrounded by dry ice scenario I get back to the ocean of clouds- alas! All shapes dimming down in the falling sunlight