Noveyre

Love Poem For a Cloud

Colorful sky 

I miss you, Clouds 

Appearing, then gone

To somewhere else 

 

I would walk, barefoot, 

bereft, of any care 

atop your crowns 

to see the world, to lift me up- 

take me where the world is turned. 

 

You, a stranger,

a curl of white 

against the blue

that keeps me behind

 

You pass me, 

following the others. 

Wherever chance takes you. 

 

I am glad I saw you. 

I picked you from the rest,

hopeful stranger, 

 

appearing, then gone. 

To somewhere Else.