Cloudburst By Candlelight

The original version of Cloudburst by Candlelight has been published in All of Me Vol. VI, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. Featured art is by David Belliveau.

Listen to Cloudburst By Candlelight by Richard Charles Stevens

Listen to Little Fluffy Clouds by The Orb

You can touch a cloud
To Life
Save one
With a smile
Delight the shadowscapes with candlelight
And lace each day through vandal night
Unhand the curse of aeons blighted
Reimburse the uninvited
Seek the holy grail and find it
Speak of every angel flighted
You can touch a cloud
To Life
Save one
With a smile
Delight the shadowscapes with candlelight
And lace each day through vandal night

You can touch a storm
To sleep
Taste one from a dawning dream
Silence tide of yawning screams
And fortify the falling beams
While soaring high above the clouds
Of ordinance relieved
Supported by the fortune of the breeze

You can read the scars
Of trees
And each of them remembrance themes
Beseeching them to tend their tales
Undressing tears of blessèd keep
They weep to seep the sap of years in capture and release
The deadwood that sheds aptly at your feet

You can breathe it
Back to life
Belief in your eyes magnifies
And every teardrop sanctifies
The grounds foreseen enraptured rise
Then amplifies each boundless dream
And galvanizes seed
Flowers grow the wildest in the weeds

You can bleed
To free the lost
To see them heed the call of ancients
With your sweetness of persuasion
You can heal each deep abrasion
Bride of Spring
Your wings sing hymns of wild imagination
In the garden of my dreams
I see your name and mine emblazoned
And the trees
About us reach
Appeased to free the ghosts of old and breathe
You can lead them Home
Redeemed
If only they believe
In thee
I believe
With all of me
That you were born to fly
You can touch a cloud
You see
And wake one
With a smile

You can touch a cloud
To Life
Save one
With a smile
Delight the shadowscapes with candlelight
And lace each day through vandal night
Unhand the curse of aeons blighted
Reimburse the uninvited
Seek the holy grail and find it
Speak of every angel flighted

You can touch a storm
To sleep
Taste one from a dawning dream
Silence tide of yawning screams
And fortify the falling beams
While soaring high above the clouds
Of ordinance relieved
Supported by the fortune of the breeze

You can read the scars
Of trees
And each of them remembrance themes
Beseeching them to tend their tales
Undressing tears of blessèd keep
They weep to seep the sap of years in capture and release
The deadwood that sheds aptly at your feet

You can breathe it
Back to life
Belief in your eyes magnifies
And every teardrop sanctifies
The grounds foreseen enraptured rise
Then amplifies each boundless dream
And galvanizes seed
Flowers grow the wildest in the weeds

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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