The Dreamy Cloud

 

                                       The Dreamy Cloud

 

 

I gazed and gazed at the lonely cloud,

Till it seemed lonelier than me,

It drifted and sounded like a voiceless hound,

Scattered from it’s fellows away they had flee.

Malleable as the moss, silent as the sea,

Up I stood is solitude glee?

 

Like a lost child I sobbed and weeped,

Till it seemed sadder than me,

Now so jolly, were those tears of relief?

While some droplets embarked on the trees,

In the crystal clear ethereal sky,

How without wings it floats up high?

 

Through the skyline I drifts and races,

Though playful like a five-year-old child,

Leaving surreal marks and traces,

Playing with the winds it goes so wild,

In the gray horizon the sunsets and then drowns,

What-if the clouds was searching for something all alone.

 

I watched and watched the stars that shine,

For off I went to the sky in my dreams,

I flied and flied and reached cloud nine,

In delight I laughed, giggled and screamed,

When with grace I jumped on the spongy billow,

Delicately I felt on a white pillow.