Clouds above my Feet

keep your socks on,
bless me to warm your bones with this trust.
there must be clouds above these feet,
that relinquish me to see,
the movement and not the meet,
clouds above.
I can feel these soul pulse through our socks.
probably to anyone not much,
but for me, as always right now,
a lot.

there are, I've heard,
plenty of clouds above these feet,
that enrich my eyes to see,
a bringing not for the choose,
quietly use,
another spectred sort of being,
gently throbbing through you.
clouds abound,
we can share the things I think I found.