Rise

The clouds rise in pillars,
  setting dreams adrift.
Imagining something because
  of air and sift, sailing.
Puffs of things yet to come,
  ideas unbidden on the wind.
A wonder in shape and
  ready to let you fall
Into whatever long lost land
  comes into your head.
The play of sun, blue, light
  and grey lead you into
The door of beauty, an inner
  wandering, a ride of stream.
It all is drifting away onto
  the far horizon.