Cloud

You are the cloud I gaze upon

As I lay among the tall, wispy dandelions

On a sweaty summer afternoon.

You are so full of life,

Constantly changing and moving,

And changing and moving again.

You are light,

Shifting with the soft breeze,

And swaying in the clear blanket of sky.

You are a feather,

Suspended in mid-air,

On display for only me.

You are unreachable,

Too far, even, for my long arms

To tug at your supple edges.

You are my summer dream,

My shade from the blinding truth,

And I pray you might stay awhile.

The End

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