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.