A Cloudy Night

I look up to the clouds,
The suns embers begin to die.
I see their gentle, wispy grey.
Soft swirls of silver sing in the sky.

I look up high above,
And think about what they said.
About the lost souls,
The dwelling of the dead.

I look up to the skies,
So calm and gentle and serene.
In the grey hides great colour,
Vibrant blues and plush greens.

But then I must look down,
And pull my head from the night.
I look at the world around me -
No shimmering silvers or white.

I have a final glance,
And see that simple cloud,
In a world of flourished brightness..
A wispy grey stands proud.

Nice. Its great how you value the simplicity of a cloud so much and are able to express that love.

I look up high above,
And think about what they said.
About the lost souls,
The dwelling of the dead.

This stanza is confusing and i don't really get what you're saying.

A gentle, wispy grey stands proud.

Your flow is a bit off hear. It would sound better if it was "A wispy grey stands proud."
Anyway this was very good and I look forward to more from you.

Rhyming words are not use frequently rest of all is superb.

AngusMacdonald wrote:I look up to the clouds,
The suns embers begin to die.
I see their gentle, wispy grey.
Soft swirls of silver sing in the sky.

I look up high above,
And think about what they said.
About the lost souls,
The dwelling of the dead.

I look up to the skies,
So calm and gentle and serene.
In the grey hides great colour,
Vibrant blues and plush greens.

But then I must look down,
And pull my head from the night.
I look at the world around me -
No shimmering silvers or white.

I have a final glance,
And see that simple cloud,
In a world of flourished brightness..
A gentle, wispy grey stands proud.

The underlined bits are my favorite. I think you did a really nice job with this. It's wonderfully written. I'm surprised that you could get all this from a little cloud! Nice job!