Nimbus

Great gulf of mystery ships roll over a dew soaked horizon,
Nimbus, the great stormy vapor that's exhaled from the ground,
Condensed in fleecy masses that drift endlessly across my sleepy vision,
Aeolus, the wind god, spurs the zephyr breeze from oceanic reaches,
Sending over the azure vault these cottony clouds,
Bringing forth rainbow droplets, iridescent in sunny light and shady breezes,
In frothy white and grey, they frolic in dreamy reflection.