this kind of form i find difficult to pull off

convincingly. you succeed in spite of the

repetition of clouds and castles, although

that's probably my chief complaint: finding

enough variety to adequately express the

physical and sensorial and symbolic

degrees of cloudhood. still, not bad.

"The wind blows-demurely brushing ‘gainst the tender stones." I love the way in which you connect the earth and the air here-how harmonious.

"Is swinging low and like a violin." My God. I daresay I stopped breathing for a moment when I read this line. The castle falls, lowly, like a violin? That's...well, that's...incredible. :)